when you can never get enough food to eat bc of your metabolism & the horrors of capitalism 

when you can never hear enough compliments bc your low self esteem keeps tossing them aside

when each day feels the same as the last bc of the same old shiz 

when you’re ready to quit climbing the mountain you’re on & just fall into the sea 

that’s when you compose a post

just to see

how many others are just as hungry 

as me

just to see

how many others aren’t free


Piercing Slit

twist & stick the blade in
over & over & over again
as my crimson flows down into the wastebin
I’m sure you’ll mark this down as a win

but as I remember
who I was and who I am
over time I realized
my life force has intensified by getting to know you

No, not you.
the only One can who can truly rule in this sacred land

so keep twisting if you must
I feel no pain
as long as I side with the truth, I can only gain
the power fantastic
the power to give love one more try

even as my crimson flows
I know because You
I know I can never truly die

via Daily Prompt: Puncture


middle of the road
not particularly memorable
& not all that interesting either

Oh, that’s familiar.

minor background character in everyone else’s lives

try chewing the scenery! improvise! go off the script!

the secret’s out. there’s no script.

the main conflict in the main story line in at least several different stories at a time

Best make your own script
‘less you want to get stuck in someone else’s shit

shit-dick from butt-bumping the ground, Le Grind
a place you ain’t meant to fit

purple holly, so legit
you’ve got my mind so whipped
that my hips just dip
& grip
and whip up a fury in the sea

category 5

get right to the point
right when the moment is the most crucial

I just fade to grey…

I guess I’m just neutral.

via Daily Prompt: Tender

Smite The Bright

I don’t appreciate how They indoctrinate

Not trying to spark a debate

But resources are sewn slower than 

the Children of The Sun can participate 

Perhaps it’s time to repopulate 

Don’t interfere as the hired goons operate 

Oh funky congregation,

this is more than just a case of a smeared reputation

gurgled regurgitation of bullshit

that should have never left incubation….



Don’t Say I Didnt Warn Ya

Bon Mot From The Avant Garde

They say only the anointed people got
the healing touch of the waters in the southern pacific coast of Neptune

the rest of us, dogpaddling in neck deep liquid methane with a dab of menthol for minty freshness

purple whispers from yesteryear:

Stop polluting me!
I just want to live

a choir of doves harmonize in tandem with the rise of the sun
the beams caressing all within reach 

When the anointed return to the ‘Tune
where does the leave the rest of us

or better yet, how?

a power structure of purple translucency built upon the

values of the sunkissed majority


I’ll write the whispers on the walls so it won’t be forgotten 
& if I come back as a human

I hope it will be more than just a fantasy by then

48…49…(Don’t Play The Fool)

“Hank, I swear I’m just not up for it today,” Robert says, grabbing a handful of last week’s peanuts out of a pail hanging from the side. “I’m so tired.”

Hank shakes his head as he looks around. “Yeah…and we’ve only been open for a few hours.”

The Sun hangs at it’s highest point of the day, hot enough to evaporate a cold drink in minutes. The place is a roaring vortex of loud runny nosed children tripping over themselves, uninterested parents jabbering into electronic rectangles, announcements mumbled out of squeaking speakers, & only God knows what else. A being riddled with anxiety would spontaneously combust instantly in here.

Robert continues monologing his existential woes while Hank eyes a gaggle of children of various shapes and sizes and feels a cold chill run down his spine as they start to walk over.

“…and the next motherfucker who messes with me is gonna get the business.”

“Terrorists, 2 o’clock,” Hank warns.

Full of dread, Robert slowly turns his gaze over to the group. He’s been working at the place for over a year & has a special distaste for children. Just yesterday, a chubby girl with pigtails spit on him and laughed. His eyelids twitches as he recalls that and many other instances. 

“How many times has it been? How many times have I been harrassed?”  He ponders. “Yesterday seemed close to the final straw…”

Steady yourself, Robert.” 

Robert breathes in & out, stopping a trembling that he didn’t know his body was doing, and relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes. Maybe they’ll just leave.”

Hank opens his mouth but the sound couldn’t come out fast enough. As soon as Robert finishes his sentence, he felt a hard blunt object knock into his head. He falls out of his seat with a loud thud and rubs his head. He looks up and sees a boy with a red baseball cap and a smile with a grim disposition. His friends around him laugh hysterically.

His vision blurry, he gets up. A rock a few sizes away from boulder status at his feet. He grabs it and walks towards the group. The boy doesn’t flinch. Robert gets closer. Hank gulps and closes his eyes.

Robert reaches through the separation bars and grabs the boy by the collar.

The next day, a local newspaper’s headline reads:



Poom Poom

billowy wisps of white shrubbery fluff
dancing water drops all in a cluster
floating overhead together, unflustered
wrapping into a funneled perfect circle
around the sun and reaching out far beyond
the sun ray’s daffodil tinted reach

Clouds of various shapes & sizes
I venture a guess there’s a scintillating beam
shining down upon a common dream
sparkling gold, a most righteous prize

A cirrus & a cirrocumulus
Cumulonimbus & an altostratus
can’t be contained by an apparatus
Lay back and enjoy a story told
from the lily whites in the sky
telling a story bold