Consuming the cascade of inspiration
A lack of emotion,
Seek intrepid words and write them all.
Clutch digital ideals in impotent spaces.
Space filled with toys, consuming
constant orgasm brain stimulated.
time to the ultimately unimpressed.
Prompt a word with a picture too,
never connect them.
I discover and waste my ideas.
Not a block.
An expletive I toss to the unfortunate
Find what you will,
I escape to find my own.
I am thinking about submitting this. This is a sort of rough draft. Any comments, constructive criticism, and feedback welcome!
3. Create new gmail???
I didn’t edit
Texting when angry
Don’t tell me
4. Delete contacts
did you delete mine?
do you have it still?
One sided argument
5. Find f key
Ctrl Alt Delete
The internet can’t hang up on me
But that doesn’t mean you’re listening
is it you?
are you there?
6. Check your facebook later
Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
There are some questions google can’t answer.
Although there are flotation devices under airplane seats;
likely a parachute would be better.
The early bird gets the worm;
the second mouse gets the cheese.
Nobody ever put up a sign that says “nice dog”.
If ‘con’ is the opposite of ‘pro’;
is congress the opposite of progress?
A clear conscience is a sign of bad memory.
I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not sure.
Different tenors beckon me, each
day when I languish from my sheets.
Following a tone that I might part, from
a dream which I clutch tightly.
Reflections where we watch, our
trodden minds dancing into slumber.
Sound reasons that we, find
our shape with the light of day.
Propping up a wedge I know, there
are many tasks… neigh, obligations.
Gripping the twisted metal, I
try and remember the last I thirsted.
But why do I linger on, my
tingling myopic concerns.
Why not just leave them, to
grace one another in comatose.
Relieving my sense of a time, when
I could say I had found.
I had found her, this
I knew for certain.
With a glance and tousle, now
she slipped into the cold anemia.
A music video I made, including some of my original photography.
green fluorescent light
black and white
focus mind stream
drive through ten times
ten times trance dive
dear wanted wisdom
While I write upon lonely lines
Eraser marks declare tomorrow’s lies
Saline moments suspended in time
Expressing the emotion I struggle to define
Scratch off lead on white paper
Asking me explain my labors
The way when I write
Script instinctively deciphers
Expression engulfed in
Come challenge my pen
Loosely grip the piper
Follow my lead
Whispers to my ear verse
Sounding the remorse
The whole stack of papers will surely burn
Clench my chest as the pages turn
Spilling a stack neat with regret
Tell a story most soon forget
My finger skims a parting line
Weighted in time