adhesive.

i once
helped out
a struggling
fly,
who had
more will
to live
than i,
but
was stuck
to death
and had
to die.

hierarchy kills opportunity.

today i made a friend.

this may have happened
sooner
if
they weren't all consumed
by the
unthinking
mind,
(it consumes
me too,
just not as
often).

so
my friend
was
refreshing
to meet.

with
neglected passions,
we were on our way
to becoming
comrades
in this game.

until,
that is,
her other friends
came back
to distract her
away
from me.

hierarchy.

under wraps.

i don't need your excuses;
i assume you're hungry,
and not a gluttonous
asshole, who eats
indifferently
just like
me.

find your audience, even if it's just you.

freeverse poetry
can be a bunch of
bullshit,
but if you say it's
poetry,
someone will
listen.

the projects have begun.

the blog is set up,
the rocks collected,
the stencils started,
and the ideas flowing.




stay tuned.

title at the bottom.

a gut
that needs to be
exterminated.
'biggest problem
in the world '
(biggest my gut has ever been).

small guts
beg
for food,
and mine
does too.
more.
don't eat when you're
not hungry
because there are
so many
who are.

so i begin to run.
losing the gut,
after losing my mind,
while losing time,
that i could be
using
to try and fix
this shit hole
i'm running on.


* " this was written as fiction and dedicated to nobody"

misery loves resolutions, too.

miserable over nothing
except being miserable,
i scare him away
and the camera drops,
leaving me
alone.

i get ready for bed,
contemplate counting the blackheads
on my nose,
but haven't the
patience
to.

walking back to my room,
silence ceases to exist;
the crowds are laughing
while a home
breaks
apart.