bluecityveins

a free ride inside my diseased mind.

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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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some humanity, please?

some humanity, please?

some sort of subterranean human dipped in an atmosphere bath
consisting equal parts chlorine
and upholstery cleaner
you know that breed of human
the ones with that fresh car scent
they will wrap a plastic bag inside another plastic bag
and then
ask for another
just for good measure
cant escape the mind rape
being nice just doesn’t cut the ham any more
we need another
sharper knife
too carve this sick life
biting my lip
and squeezing its tits,
shove some fingers in the holes
try and get this sick job over with
sleeves rolled up
in there
up to my elbows
feel like a porn star plumber
some sort of  pity fuck
feel controlled
have no choice
told it
“here is my bizniss card”
now
stick it in the hole!

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