i saw something....

mom

dad

i'm afraid of the light

(why?)

i don't know exactly

(does it hurt your eyes?)

no...

(well, is it too bright?)

well...

i saw something the other day

(what was it?)

at first i thought it was 

animals fighting in the house

(oh! was it the dogs?)

no...

then i thought it was people fighting

...in your room....

(was someone in our room?)

yes

(who?) 

both of you.

you were screaming and thrashing about

(oh!)

i couldn't tell at first

you were biting each other and.....

(oh baby, you caught us fucking! sorry you had to see that, oh man I remember seeing my parents doing the horizontal boogie , ugh. flesh slapping together so hard and quick, the heavy labored breathing, the words coming out of their throats. the places things were going..... )

Rice Blisters

closing in

fading out

rancid spit

painful gout

rice, rice, rice

blistering maggots of decay follow you like an eveil aura 

melancholy tears

slide slowly

illusions of time

illusions of caring

welcome unto me

for i am who they wish to be

i would be the mega-ultra-super-overlord

of the rice

True Pudding

alligators swim in the sewers 

like 'squatch  drinking coffee in my favorite diner.

most people call him phil.

seldom are days when he decides he's had 

enough of the pudding served there 

for it is truly legendary

glimmering in the case as the jewel it is

on a slow spin

so that you can see it from every angle

the diner only serves the one flavor 

there is no need for another

perfection has been achieved

Follow the Leader

born into the world of winners

i travel the highways

never needing to look left or right.

i do though from time to time.

the things i see are incredulous to me.

everything taking a breath 

to see what my next move will be.

will i do as so many of my brothers and sisters have done 

will i surge headlong 

power jumping over the edge

be it waterfall, cliff, or high hill

i am unique 

say i

 i am 

lemming...

Quote #347

like the weakened ram

rancid is the king who says bah.

Fuzzy Balls

walking with my head hung low

like my balls around my knees

I go to play tennis.

What is Your Favorite

eating is my favorite

walking next to you is my favorite

looking at old magazines is my favorite

the color blue is my favorite

the fruit of the orange is my favorite

spying on the world is my favorite

the eraser that has been worn down to a nub is my favorite

chop sticks are my favorite

rare is my favorite

ears are my favorite

corollas are my favorite

wet is my favorite

warm is my favorite

drop corp

drop

crop

chop

chip

chin

shin

spin

spun

spur

make

take

tare

tarp

carp

corp

 

 

Johnny Gluestick

wake up in the afternoon

life is full of promise.

start up the coffee maker 

sit down by my dreams.

paper 

pencil

tunes

Grab a cup of coffee

ran out of creamer.

drink it black.

Think about the days

when life was....

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

mustn't flick

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

mustn't pick

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

don't be sick

Johnny Gluestick

love of my life

you've slept in again

Now the days are long

the coffee less strong

The tunes seem sad

all my pencils are broken

paper torn

So I sit, drinking

thinking

about the days when life was.....

 

trees full of snot

groggy dreary

laid to rest

heaving coughing

poked like the rest

dazed dizzy

caring for not

running falling 

trees full of snot

upheaval

movement

from beneath

swallowed as a whole 

or in large chunks

 

the new 

begins here

I dunno know

Crispy tender leaves

raked upon the ground

shortly to be found 

in my salad

I dunno know.....

Groping in the bright day

eyes squinting

looking for the printing

inlaid in silver

I dunno know...

Red and blue, 

highlights of space

 Running the supersonic race

goober laced phlegm

I dunno know....

dsfijd dsidfid dfidi

dkdfj fsdfjdfkdf

dfddffds dff

sADBGGNDFD!

I dunno know...

noodles to needles

Noodles to Needles

I wake to the smell of noodles.

it is early afternoon.

skies are grey, 

rain stopped by for a visit, I didn't answer the door.

Stupid phone.

woke me from a dream. 

I was laying in a pool 

of green and blue paint.

the colors did not blend. 

Knitters were blasting thier tunes.

Golden oldies of the soul.

As one they spoke my name aloud.

Vomit chicken

Bone splintering from the concrete they were throwing at my feet.

Blue and green 

Arise and smell the day.

bruises in hidden spaces

hidden from the prying eyes.

woken to the smell of noodles

fell asleep with a needle in my arm. Needles to noodles and back again.

I push the nurses call button 

and ask for seconds.