Friday, June 8, 2012

Stub


Mental vomit, crazy amounts of black bile acid spewed forth from
pen-tip, metaphor for it, the Fly, Belial, and all his specks.

A hertz donut of raw ground beef festering in the Sun
with maggots of military dictum.

A lock with no key hairs me.

Compulsion to engage in obsessive behavior stresses my time,
makes me write on a wobbly table.

Mental hygiene, crazy amounts of cleanliness? Reduction to nothing?
Purity, tomb of the ascended, better off dead…an idea, a conviction
with a close friend, quick to anger and even faster to forgiveness.

Irresistible urges are impossible to resist, by definition…
Hold your breath! Even after you pass-out, the medulla modulates.

A friendly stabbing: panged in the back by allies who really
have their own best interests in mind, to be your friend, the advantaged.

Objectives upon floating isles, a mile up on inverted clouds,
Native aboriginal smoke-signals puff Morse striated.

Day-to-Night at Noon undercover…not a spy.  For lack
of concentration or ability to direct focus on a single subject
or topic, to force the issue that should perhaps remain unresolved
for the time-being.  The 4th Dimensional Hero is here! Have you seen the Times?

Attached to the mantle in the forecastle, the weatherman predicts a
random sequence of unpredictable events and patterns yet to be
mathematically equated with respect to any barometric you can feel
in your bones like migraines.  Migrating daily to work?

Not today! Or you will be killed by rabid riot police armed
with immunity to their own highly contagious aerosol transmissions.
Smoke, gas, and pepper everywhere outside of masks…
Skull suckers suck faces melting everywhere through straws,
the last of a subspecies of suspicious suspects who
should have been locked up and executed long before tolerant
proposals that do nothing to remedy the actual health consequences
that ravage the epidemiological subsection, high on well, being
unselfless.

The path along the race to enlightenment is strewn with darkness, death, and every kind of failure.

Full
of
Self,
like
an
-itis
that
needs
to
be
drained
of
rotten,
stinking,
pus-filled
fluid.

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