I'm So Gored

Terrible mountains

36 hours holding time

dad's home

and life becomes a tangible reality

left to those of us who still retain a reasonable alibi.

HORRIBLE

MNTNS

left like vestigial organs, hanging in the wanderlust mornings of stupid glory

relying on self=help novels written by way=ward saints pontificating all over open=surgery lobotomies

stuff get ugly, like, hemorrhoids and early on=set diabetes

I am solitary and fully confirmed in the church of an utterly absurd host. Lost like all the detrimental childhoods cast off into the way=side.

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hi

coming out of life

i made the miserable mistake

of those glory-hole afternoons

i mistook for a reasonably passing early morning romance

now, i'm not gay

just angry.

lost in an early morning subterfuge

i carve my way into an irrational existence

hindered only by my esoteric passivity.

I'm pissed

that's the end of it.

a surge of grievances

dead time and old rhymes

i am the one majority left to the limp=dick minority, called into class war like so many patriots, left leaning, but consuming ex=patriots. sawed=off called my god=off angry, at something tangible, now i i have procured a sustainable way to explain the world's unattainable something. now we imagine a future, so marred by our indiscrestions. different directions left by the way=side. like the blood left under the rug, we were born into it.

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e

i am existing

so i'm gooofy
post=-adolescent reluctant catholic
laying in a bed of Big Ma Lynch's cheesey mashed potatoes
A MId=Wastern Mid=Wasted, hopeless son of South Minneapolis
Relying on the wishful pondering s of (kindly fuck off Kerouac) a boatload (A METRIC FUCK-TON) of immigrants (stricken both deaf/blind)
"OH! THE HUMANITY! OH! THE TORMENT!"\
.................;......
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A Peaceful=Life through Libyan plastic
"at the target
ya know the one down by The CO_OP
Oh YA over by the seward, there
Great, Say Anne I know your boy is over Madison.
(Yea, sure)
Well I was just wonderin' if My cousin Tim and blah de blah deh blahrabblerabbledawgsdawdsdawdkjf;lakndc..........
"
and so forth and so on.

it gets to be kinda silly.


ya know....


yr just left confused in the rubble
left behind in the wake of a Japanese tragedy. portrayed in..a...uhm, uh.....ya know, a sorta, casual conversation.
through( grenades)
and gooofy drunk, "godless", laughable morons.
parading around.
posing as functional radicalists, pouting at journalists.
relying on our backwards concept of peer-to-peer communication.
totally reactionary
toastally hopelss.

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(authors note) It's not over

IT FUCKING TALKS!!!!!!!!

I've canceled all the hubris
Made love to a thousand, million, demagogues like chapman and the kid
Spit stupid enough times to make a post-millenial hillbilly drag a lazy shotgun into the cornfields and make a fucking difference.
I'm arizona confused, ready and willing
Like the moribund generations of kids/cheese; all spelt with the ever illusive z
I fondle my way through the swamp-side vistas
Verandas decorated with the illusions of The Post-Adolescent Now
Worth their salt in certain circles, mocked in book clubs across well-meaning SUBURBS
"Them faggoty-ass-shit-swirling-semen-spewing-fart-huffing-dumbfounded-highly-enlightened-stupid-ass-cunt-codswalloping=mothers
It all gets familial now...
hopefully way weird.

I hurt like a thousand cemetaries stacke d u p 2 heaven, like, fat kids at the lonely lunch table. this is middle school. reactionary, lunch-room-sexual-deviants torment closet math nerds with a fascistic level of disciplinary action. ruthless. vital.
Like homogenized liquid culture we fill viles and apply our chemical reactions two post-post-post-humorist casualties. I remember stuff. Like when my dad told me a
s
t
o
r
y
about lesbians jumping into wells,
it was kinda funny.
like cultural revoloutions,
and Maoist sexual perversions. ruthless. vital.

Saucy
Aggravating.
Spread those cheeeeeeks.
willing.
open mouth.
begging.
toastally hopeless.

Taking a fit

Some people are extravagant casualties strewn across dead seas like lost grocery lists...
...it get's real boring after this.
don't worry, hold yr breath...the whimsical pretentiousness of blind old men spitting asssbackwards channels of dumb thought are gonna trip your light fantastic. just spread yr cheeks and yell at yr mawm, because things, hopefully, will get stupid. real quick. like cancer.