Irony / All Good Poetry

Thoughts of sex and death, told by a million before.
Leave me paralysed, ecstatic: in raptures on the floor.
Everything's just for a shag, or maybe to ignore the drag,
of death death death.
hidden in the brown leaves, in the suburban whirlwind,
in the totality of Realtiy TV, and changing your life before it's too late.

And these thoughts are more distinct with every new sensation.
With each grain of knowledge, discovered in succumbing to temptation.
As beauty becomes defined against a backdrop of sheer nothing,
As I approach the end,
And the sun rises.

The Lord's Prayer - POSTMODERNISM PERSONIFIED. Period.

Our father
Who farts in heaven,
Hallowed be thy mane,
Thy Asllan cum,
Thy will be done,
On Earth, as it is in Narnia.
Give us this day,
Our daily lion meat,
And forgive us.

Just forgive us. Especially me, I'm a naughty boy.

SUCK YOUR FINGER
SUCK YOUR FINGER





FUCKTARD.

ORPHANS! of West Germany

Orphan's are gay, they smell like poo,
But so do pigs, and Afgani's.
Wavey hair is cool,
but they don't even have that in West Germany.
When kids shout "Your Mum",
You can say "I don't have one!"
Don't question your birth, or no After-Eights,
The US Army are nice, and they're still quite straight.
GO SUCK YOUR FINGER
GO SUCK YOUR FINGER

FUCKTARD.

lifeless

im not an empty vessel, lifeless without jokes, i'm gonna dance around the room, you're wrong, you cynical folks.

dance, flailing, dance. dance, failing, dance. dance, fall, down. down, flailing, down.

Rainbow States.

this discarded state between waking and sleeping this discarded state between waking and eating and this discarded state between cotton and flesh this way broken, this way smoothed, this way requested to be torn. never has it been more evident than more, more crystal than now, the white light splinters into dazzling rainbows across the room, the white room, sterile with light and purity. nothing but atoms now.

blue men speak only true

ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day

something new, something old, something tame, something bold. inconspicuous, bursting.
strum away, strum away from me. strings which once tied me down, still entice, strange, strange, strange strangetrangestrang.



beauty, fullll.



new air, new cold air, new fragments of myself condensing in front of me, acending to a better place.

fragments.

keeping still is harder still when there's nothing to keep you.

ropes hard to tie, nothing to tie to.

mind's gushing apart, rushing apart, from a once fragile ... beauty?