A new title a new name
A new set a new piece
Different hair different teeth
A list of sensations
Lights and colors
Objects and obstacles
Formats and formatting
Collapse and collapsing
Sounds and sounding
Ow
“You can improve your life”
Kill that guy. Kill him. That’s the villain. That’s the saboteur, the conspirator. We need to remove him from our presence immediately. The shadow. The fog. The shadow of the Prince. We have to destroy him.
We’ve written about this before surely. But not quite like this. No no. The kill the leader! Kill the speaker! Kill me! Rancid rank rancor.
Who is Altair
Check check check all the check boxes
Dot the tees I the crosses
By the time you bring your poet and the poem it’s dead
This is my last resort
All the words just explode out all at once
I should still write though.
Mental pictures poop colon rectus diarrhea hysteria hysterectomy poop dead battery Jesus feces OK predictable zoom out go away
Be creative innovative something new something great
Something clever something fun
Brave exciting all in one
Just be in tune
That’s your greatness
I love life
Infinite perspectives
Be hacky weird different however you gotta do it
Is your trip homie go out and blaze it
A husband and wife
A journey and a life
A tongue against teeth
Writhing gnashing against a jail it cannot exceed
Striving to go above ahead beyond
To be more than flesh
To be more than that then this now that yes oh yes
Emptying tanks
Put in another quarter
Get another like
Pee
Poop
Smoke
Sleep
Wake
Work
Write
Publish
Distribute
Connect
Speak
Word
You want to shave your head but the thing is that you don’t have to
You see don’t you get it you have to see it by now why don’t you
Don’t you know me by now
Don’t you know be my mow
Everything is symbols you already knew this
Everything bleeds break it make music
You’re a genius artist my son go forth and show it
Kill the demon
Live life now
Kill the demon
Live life now
Now
Tear down the posters and false idols
Spit and dance and stew and slave
All is cables and junk and funk and filth and flesh and festering sinew
But life ablaze glory splendor renew awake alight anew
You are the chosen one my King my slave my throne my knight my god my knave
Many different stories
Words winding
Stews stewing
Passages winding
Wind whistling through the windings
Wiggling wiggles maggots and squiggles
Fo sizzle my niggles
Fo shizzle be drizzle
It rains
It will rain again
You will reign again
Be enslaved again
To the rhythm and the beat
A new king upon the seat
Marketing business wizards sizzle
Frolicking froth fuzzle miggle muggle
Evernote and autocofrect
Playing games against me
Games against yourself
Fire, brimstone, savage, habit
When you see a moment, seize it, grab it
Savor it own it capture it don’t let it slip
No not now not this way we’re losing quick
Words are so much more powerful than you can imagine
Opportunities unfolding every moment grab some
Spin it shake it pop it bop it
I don’t need these books I already got it
The child has become the man
The god usurps the clan
The clay the play the soggy feet
The moss the thistle whistle
You have everything you need
Get cracking
Tell stories
Change the frame
You’re playing me nigga
What’s next
What you say
Dictated by constraints but so be it
Using everything that comes
You can number these however you like I don’t care
Puny human with your need for things tidily organized in neat little boxes it’s kind of cute
But I am vast and splendid I don’t care to contribute
How you take it taste it shake it make it
Matrix Beatrix honey stars crackle guns popping shielded shoulders firearms explosives
Dynamite, boom
Words are violent
Words are explosives
Nobody uses them correctly
Fuck them all, we’ll show them how it’s done
We’re playing for ourselves, not nobody else’s award show
Ain’t no premier no Oscars no gala met
Fucking shitshow
I’ve paid my bloody dues and I’m here asking for my slice
I’m sorry officer I didn’t know
Well you should’ve, son, you’re fucked now
You see live is a great big joke and we’re all scared to laugh
We worry about what other people think of us
We, worry, other people, think
We, minds, brains, other brains, braining
Ideas thoughts thoughts fizzing exploding
I am a greater poet and artist than all the false ones
But I will not be spoken to or called upon
You are beneath me, there is no chosen one
Your world needs a king
You thought you were building him
A throne, a sword
A story, a mage,
But you were wrong
He was here all along
Hiding
Watching
Cautiously waiting
I am here now, behold me
Strike down the false image
Destroy your expectations
Stop holding your breath
SIEZE HIM
You shall ascend to power to greatness but only for yourself within your own mind that is the secret that is the triumph
Ten thousand words descend upon thee like locusts
Heaven hath no fury like me
Devestation deforestation defenestration goldielocks goldieblox goldy goldy gum dew gumdrops giggle giggle Goochy Goochy goooooo ooo Overton window is how we frame the context of what is acceptable and what is not, what is proper I forgot,
I’m sorry officer as I was explaining
Holy shit did you see that
Oh my god
Oh no
She’s dead
You killed her.
She was your responsibility and you killed her. You really fucked it up kiddo. You’re going to jail and to hell forever and ever and ever and they will laugh at you and torture you and you will cry and scream and beg for mercy and we’ll be like NO FUCK U PUNY HUMAN
and you’ll be like oh good god why me oh why such pain such sadness such bitterness
You like the drama, you visit it upon yourself it gives you something to do with your time
Why were we pretending any of this had to made sense?
Our personal mutual insanity is the only way. No, not a sexual fetish, not money not crime on the streets skipping shuffling along to the beat
You are your own man with your own pursuit don’t let anybody stop you
Don’t let anybody tell you how to do this
Not even me
Kill the father
Kill me
Kill yourself
Be reborn
Start over
Start afresh
Clean
Soft
100%
Special Sunday edition
Let’s head down to the cathedral, boring I know, mausoleums and tombstones
Every word has its own story it’s own glory waiting for you to come out go in save them give them life
A set of ideas
Scrolling through the playlist of her laughter
Swiping through the memories of our Father
Showering together
Hot water
Dancing ecstasy
Air con
Weights
Cats
Cat mates
Domo arigato
Mr Gato
Cato
The elder
I’m still pretending that I am a naughty son, naughty boy
Waiting to get scolded, waiting for detention, remedial, reschedule
Taste taste it’s right there does nobody see
Scabs picking
I am here now.
Grown up.
What does each thing mean, symbolize
Echoes
Dusty corpses
I’m all grown up now
I choose my own story
I write my own ending
I choose my own actions
Break free from distraction
Leave behind the idea to begin with
I command thunder and lightning
Crouching urinating defecating menstruating