Tuesday, May 24, 2016

my actions, which cling to survival, do not impress me.

without the sun, the infinitesimal mass of my heart weakens (and we were never to be frowned upon). my weakness shifts into a convincing of loss. i believe in myself as a gaseous giant, behind which i hide chasms as astronomical- furthering from chances at my sense of self being more than superstition.
(reality wants to write poetry now, and poets, you know, are never to be frowned upon. that's why they claim themselves to be poets).
those that lit my ass on fire.
oh charlie sit your ass down- or did they light it on fire? stop this
now. stop this
now. stop this
now. stop this
now
now
now. stop this
stop
stop
this
your face is in front of my mouth
this
now now now
now
now now
now.
stop this now. my favorite show
is on next. bet you can't believe in dreams
like how i do.

dusty dusty face screaming in front of my hungry hungry hippo mouth

something seemingly balances within my head- the cruelest wound never to open only
to trick with a language, striking as without profundity.

(hot in the zoo as a feline in the building of notorious crumbling).
i've been fed enough NO, HAVE NOT
i've been fed enough (mean it this time) NO STRIKING OUT AGAIN
i've been fed, enough. NO GUESS AGAIN
GUESS AGAINhot as a feline in a bar
GUESS AGAINthe feline hot in a bar never to be a frowned upon
WHO ARE YOU FEEDING really? really, are you feeding yourself? really, who is it you are feeding?
i've at long last been fed. NO GUESS AGAIN
pay for it pay for it pay for it pay for it pay for it NO
THIS IS HURTING, PATHOLOGICALLY. NO, IT ISN'T. (i'm going to

rip you a new one unless you feed me again.) however, i'm not hungry. i'm sitting in stillness. GUESS AGAIN BITCH HUNGRY AGAIN BITCH HUNGRY HUNGRY AGREE? AGREE? HUNGRY HUNGRY
fucking saying "please" some stupid shit.
fucking saying "excuse me" some stupid shit.
THERE'S
SO
LITTLE
SO LITTLE
SO
LITTLE
OF
ALL
AS
I
CANNOT
REACH
FOR
MORE
shove your formalities up your asses i can see right through your inability to seem fulfilled to yourselves.

MORE
MORE
FOREVER
FOREVER
JUST ME
AND MORE
ME
ME
AND MORE
MORE
MROROEOERJRHRHJE4IOREOEOEOEOEOEOOEOEOE
superstitions i let go in dreams in which of passings i've no grip. it's like all
else- condensed, fast, and heated from the speed. i am unable

to touch a thing. there's
nothing to worship so i look around and see myself in a pool

the day knows the dark and both are cohorts
they know you by the lead they've tightened you to.
there's a lot i don't know- describe what you meant when you said you
couldn't figure it out so you left me to become a violence unaware
of the whole of existence- is that it? is that it? duck. duck now.
i'm going into your house to find out

i will not be found out until i learn about
what force of mine it is you hide that in my heart i am sure
is divine. superstitions appear to live, again- it appears

they've been running in the back of my
mind this whole time. listen: what i am is not what is mine
but what surrounds me. all else is pornography

which is provoked when two criminals meet
and murder themselves before they learn they can
murder others.
in my heart of hearts, i don't need to establish
you. there is no needing of you i find inside

my house at which i aim the weapon of me, the
war i deny as i look like
look like
look like
look like
new demand
demand one
demand two
demand
demandthis is what i'm going to be today
demandthis is what i am today
demandthis is what i am loyally
demand, exploit! demand! demand!

i aim at my house with war, where target of violence is
often expected- and these expectations are often
regarded, and met.. i know it not. i know not
you've been inside, hiding.
otherwise, i owe it not a knowing.

you were the love of my life until you became
something had rather than that which could never
be had. i treat you like a friend, then i
destroy your position.
i barely react. i am war.

friends i let go of are not my people. i watch them placidly explode in space- hidden masses in their bellies rip them from their eyes popping forth down to their toenails plucking themselves out. "who is hurting me?" give me your hand and i shall show you my face, never to be frowned upon.