A Day In The Life…

Put green plates behind me, chances are I’ll get tenser

Self-conscious with my moves: How would innocence act?

I know I’m guilty of something, they always find me with infractions

A crack on the windshield, doesn’t obstruct my view

But they tell I’m being let off the hook – just pay the other two.

“No prob officer, my riches are far from depleted

Wish I could pay these things twice! I know the city needs it!”

They tell me to have a good day and drive safe

All I can do is ruminate on my unlawfulness, my awfulness


He ducked death then ran home to burn his superiors

melted bosses’ blood in bowl of Frosted Flakes

mug contained coffee on some other shit

his chair collapsed when weight arose

stopwatch, wrist, eyes STARE at it

Ground game will sinkhole the masses for doubting Moses

Insulting thoughts unspoken but written – hidden ready

Spook the Spock ran fast like halos dashing

Spring in time to rain CONgrats – brats on mats wear hats while molested

Fuck have you invested?

Shut the door and let doom happen, clapping ass, cheeks on red

Holy HELL it happens earthly not divinely

Get hit by lighting on an island smiling

Sad blues are cherry reds disguised as faggots.

Choke the metal nigger burner till it kills a niggard streetly

Charismatic bombast put a body builder on BLAST

Shoot to heal, Simon said to mutes cooly

Typing hot, Soap Dish killed the Equator at Large

Belt swings on ass bare

Random Pt. 24

Darting eyes look to and fro

Turned Goth from nights not slept

Fifty milligrams of melatonin

See you in the afternoon or late morning

Sleep has become akin to waiting

Fuel up on Zs and speed to resume racing

Finish line is anywhere at any given time

Muffler l

Vehicle is driven solely by the drips of time

Minding mine, one thought leading to the next

For some reason they connect but appear a random mess

I hit Tim when he tried to climb on the jungle gym

This is mere unrevised writing on a whim


Drinking coffee on this day of upmost grey

The red jay sinned against the blue cardinal

He fumbled the pen in his hand and caught it by the feather in the end.

Encyclopedia, commercial by Expedia, and the five pieces of Exodia

The heart ran home crying, and now that is where it is.

Analysis, dialysis, balance

Vision, superstition, leading tradition

Shame, explain, no tracks to that train

Feel like Kafka when he wrote Metamorphosis, I am Kafka.

Emphasis, separatist, recklessness

Nationality, hospitality, versatility of personality

Self-possessing, addressing, the nation

Metaphor, playing the Sega 4, got 1 game – rent some more!

Aesthetic, pathetic, will I triply regret it?

Poem, know ’em, throw ’em

Student, not prudent,

Half the country makes $30,000 a year – or less! Yes.

The gadgets made by man

I use

but don’t understand.


Catch a tiny little bird in mid flight and bite its fucking HEAD OFF

Munch on it and then spit it out into the face of defeat

Blood sprays, the mist is light red

Emasculate her pretend man

Then fuck her in the ass like an elite savage

Her melancholy whimpers are jazz notes to my audio receptors 

Sit her on my lap, see I leave her no choice

Stuff my cock in her mouth to muffle her sweet voice

You can tell she wants it cause her pussy is wet like the front
I get shown very little love like a child molester 

“Mom! I think Jose killed the health inspector!!!”

Yeah I did 

I shot a kid in his upper and bottom lip

Like soccer I did it for the kicks 

I’m posessed by a blessing gone bad

Imagine the Prophet Mohammed getting raped by an ogre 

Imagine me getting killed by a retarded ass jihadist

I’d put one in his head to crucify his mind before he detonates 

Imagine the Prophet Mohammed left for dead in his own vomit

Getting away with it, going off into the sunset


Watching the universe from the corner 

of my eye and it’s cringe worthy.

I fell into a pit ill

Equipped but I’m expected still to rise.

Women come

As no surprise.

Exhaling angst in puffs of venom.

Flowing free with no concern.

The world turns like people’s backs on you.

Finding solace in seclusion

As always my illusions 

Illustrate a way 

to propel an upper class intrusion.

Left for dead in essence 

Voyeuristic types relish remote distress

Like 9/11 jumpers but in slow motion.

Feeling the earth 

Rotating as cycles of frivility progress.

Perverse is your stance and it hurts you real bad.

I guess I’m the new age savage in this brave new world

Cliche embodied

Judged prematurely like a 

Greed and vanity are blinding 

Like splash and dash of acid to the facial

How much can a single mind take?


I’m well

read like Old Spice.

How I like my ice?


If I am a demon, I must be an incubus

In elementary my computer teacher

his name was Mr. Habus.

He would make us do a ton

of boring stuff.

Some of the boys they’d

open another browser and look porno up.

Me I wasn’t born broke as fuck

but broke enough.

Telling a 9/11 passenger

not to board the plane

Boards anyway and flies into a flame.

Tick tock, tick tock

looking down at my thick cock.

Psychopathic with the grisly magic