bluecityveins

a free ride inside my diseased mind.

Archive for the tag “sex”

paper cuts

paper cuts

cum shots and circus freaks.

who the hell was zorba the greek?

drunk in daytime

mid week

i have dropped off the face of worth

fell 200 hundred stories

without a single paper cut.

set up a tent in my living room

getting prepared for the  collapse

life would be better if we all lived in huts.

trying to sell art is like

giving a rock a blood transfusion

messy business

a thousand words all competing for real estate in my head

a thousand sounds from ideas dying

and left for dead

rotting and farting

their last gasps

of fruition

in my overripe

head.

jizz shots hang like icicle cave stalactites

glowing phosphorescent

in the mildew nights.

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file under “Q”


file under “q”

i am sure of it
for what strange purpose
i have no clue.
who would invent such sickness
a purposeless purpose
of perpetual perversity,
insanity
and
comedy
did i do this?
mr.narcissist?
at least he’s honest
with his narcissist.

his pen
and
his
paper
mr.feather nester,
the constant time waster.
holographic time warp masturbator
the great human elevator
glued to a moose
on the loose
searching for the meaning
of muse.
close relatives
filed under “q” for query
quintessential
and
qualm.
the filing cabinets are stored on the barge
floating at large
in the ink jet waters
of
memories
lost.

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