Minimalist Artsy Fictional Rerouting Area
And below are some of my exquisite poems, lovingly rendered in a table that will probly make them appear incorrectly formatted. Such is the life of a debutante.
| Amnkopo Sorrow of the Damned It slips from my fingers gossamer strands stretching between my splayed fingers and its flawless crystalline surface. So precious even as it falls routing stars across my walls. My eyes lock onto the path it follows, spiraling down across the great divide of now and the past. I swim backwards against the flow of time and life to days when I was free and my heart felt no strife; when everything seemed to be wonderful and Destiny shone brightly on my forehead with a smile and a kiss. But now, I stand still. My mind laments what my soul has done to bring it to these days. There's nothing anyone can do since it has shattered and the fragments are everywhere and time is rotting. Tenacity? Existence? Meaningless. Victims of a bitter token because, as of today, my favorite bowl is broken. |
Hobbies Whenever the world gets me down I go out into that world covered with bittersweet jam. The citizens of my fair city walk up, carrying their briefcases, and lick the jam off my ears. Now, I think to my ownself, I can hear what I need to hear like the car about to run me down. We should celebrate something with a day where we wear jam and let others lick us freely. I don't advocate this activity unless you are open-minded and people want to lick you anyway. Otherwise, they won't and you will probably feel bad because no one wants to put their tongue on you. This is why I look for places where people are drunk and therefore they behave open-mindedly. You will also meet some police. |
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| Running with Leo Missing my lunch Wasting my ammo I saw a minstrel serenade a mime I stood on S. Ave D And I thought I saw myself Drinking out of the milk carton So I went home and ripped My magazines into strips And made a pretty dress from them I burned the dress but only because My social calendar is empty If I only had a big bucket Then what you have only means I... forgot. Sorry. Some poetic homeless man rears up And asks for a quarter And asks for a turkey sandwich I pretend to not speak English - I'm broke anyway Shelling out the bucks for novelty shrunken heads Flying monkeys decorate my walls Plastered there with thick tape Screeching and gibbering to be freed Pretty smelly, they throw food at me I dive for shelter But they are really good aimers I can't choose which McDonald's shirt wearing the wrong one every day But my manager would hate me anyway Maybe I'll get fired Forced to keep old grease vats at my house Where they'll smell bad and kill my monkeys Giant robot bugs ate my family My rifle safely stowed in a safe That I always seem to lose the stupid key to Face buried in sand Hiding from the giant robot bugs I can't see them they see not me Metallic feet clanging Shattering kitchen tile The bugs like to savor their meals Would it be wrong to feed them ice cream? So fatty - A leading cause for various heart ailments There's no people in the world now Just giant robot bugs Unhappy that they killed everyone. |
The Story
of Brunch Cisco rides an old horse Across the brown plains And his horse is brown So it is like he floating Floating Drifting around Like a spaceman Lost in the space Without space What man Would a spaceman be? You need better speakers Cisco On your brown horse Under a blood red moon Even though it's more like orange I think blood is bad When it is out of my head On the cottage cheese Cisco! Shoot your rifle! Kill the bandit! But no! There is a new bandit. He has a mask on. Who is the bandit? Cisco's brother Hoss! Bounty on your head Like an anvil on my hat Weighing my mind With bad demon thoughts Check yourself Before you wreck Yourself! What What! Now the sky is darkening And the ground is black And Cisco rides With his brother's corpse Across his saddle Like a bow tie. Like your bow tie. Like my bow tie. Like our empty hearts. |
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| Chunky Munkiness Chunky Munkiness swam out of the darkness And stuck her lips on mine. Woah! Calm down Chunky! I don't want any of that in here! But Chunky won't listen. I am unintelligible with her lips stuck to mine. It's all very humorous until Woah! Chunky Munkiness's tongue is in my mouth! I don't want that in there! What if Chunky finds my root canal? I keep my ATM card there. She could steal my money like she's stolen my heart. Except she decided to skip the heart part And stick her tongue in my mouth! There's a report on television about plaque. Pay attention, Chunky! Plaque is dangerous! Take your tongue out of my mouth! I am not a tongue parking garage! I am thinking about charging a fee But I can't since Chunky is firmly entrenched. Hey! Don't put your hand there! Chunky distracts me with her teeth as she lunges again. Collision! This makes the tongue seem tame! I feel a jolt ride from the base of my tooth into my brain stem. I forget where I am. I think I swallowed some enamel. I am gagging, and Chunky's not helping. She thinks it is a sign of excitement As my head goes fluffy and my eyes roll back I pass out. And when I awaken I am a victim of Chunky Munkiness. Like a phantom, it swooped down out of the shadows Lips and tongue and indifferent desire It wasn't my fault; I swear it. I was just there And Chunky wanted a ride And who am I to say 'No'? And my stomach is full of enamel. My bowels could withstand an artillery bombardment. |
ALLCAPS Before time Is a beast Gibber madly as you learn: Born beneath the mountains In the planet's bowels -- Leviathan! Leviathan! You will not eat squid, sir. When civilization crumbles Everyone feels bad As cities burn down Revoking parking permits. Standing on the remnants A single giant fish Leviathan! Order obliterated Vermin validated Evil exacerbated Leviathan! Yellow sun turned red. Pretend that you're safe In your open-air cage. Never questioning Knowing truth naught Dreaming Rationalizing Every day Slowly dying more Stagnate And what have you done? Nature wasted Dreams, hopes, aspirations Squandered. Leviathan! Is swallowing your soul. Prepare for a nap. |
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| Lavender Mr. Hawaiian Shirt Sitting in the dirt He likes to sit and play All of the summer day! Mrs. Red Dunebuggy Senor Old Asbestos And they all get together And the King? He is a broom. |
At Taco
Bell At Taco Bell At Burger King At Pizza Hut In my neighborhood |