Oozing from my head
The brain I had this morning
Has turned to jelly
Mush
Tag: absurd
My Self Talk
The part of me that says, “I wish I’d never been born,”
I’m teaching to say, “I wish my hair had never been shorn.”
That said, “I wish I was dead,” to say, “I wish I had dreads.”
That says, “I should just kill myself,” to say,
“I should just thrill myself. Thrill everybody.”
Stupid
There’s a dunce cap I
Wear every day, sometimes I
See it, and realize
Why everyone laughs
At me. I struggle to put on don
The jester’s hat so
I can laugh with them.
Then I forget, and assume
It’s a mortarboard.
Double Bind
It isn’t what it
Is, and it’s not what it is
Not. Nothing and all.
If you want it, it’s
Wrong. If you avoid it, it
Finds you anyway.
There is a perfect
Circle, and you are a point
On a distant plane.
When you’re right, you’re wrong.
When you’re wrong, you’re dead wrong. But
Keep on trying, friend.
No Martyr
Once did a young man
Declare that the tragedy
Of the world was
Wrong, and that he would
Fix it. Did he believe in
Himself? Sometimes. But
Not often. He had
Imbibed and lived a creed in
Which to be crushed by
The machine was a
Victory, representing
The end to the war.
Eventually he
Became a doctor and found
Himself a clockwork.
Would he spend his life
And his substance to turn back
The hands for one more
Moment? He wasn’t
That good, to die in service
Of a lost cause. He
Was selfish enough
To want a purpose for his
Life and work, to write
His name in the stars,
To stop the clock forever.
No martyr would he
Be. He would not burn
On another’s pyre. He
Would steal the sun from
The sky and hide it
In his pocket, to peep at
When he was idle.
Terre Haute
“The federal death
Chamber is in Terre Haute,
Isn’t it? Wouldn’t
You want to die in
Indiana?” “I heard he
Got a million in
Des Moines, doing that
Surgery. I can’t even
Imagine me there.”
22nd Pilot
Jumpsuit won’t cover
You from the pain I owe you
Back. Your dopest days
Are behind you. You
Ought to line up some heathen
Friends to back you up.
Penguin and Walrus
You are a walrus,
I get it. You ate my eggs.
Those eggs were my life.
It’s just a meal to
You. I trusted you. I thought
You were an eggman
Too. How the fuck do
You sleep at night? Never will
I trust again. Fuck.
Witchfinder
I detect witches
With my rings. If a witch sees
Them, they say “oh my!
I love those rings! I
Wish I had those!” Boom. It works
Every single time.
Herman’s Hermitage 