EVERY TRUTH HAS ITS NEUTER
Every truth has its truth superior &
if you see yourself in this, I’m sorry
for the double blind banality.
Walk in to world like a virgin w pure
heart & don’t be frightened to knock
Thumper on the dissection table. It’s
a world o wonder to tread sans
trepidation.
In timid temples priests lose penis,
oversteer for divergent take. Blue is
blue on account of wavelength & in
the chapel of emasculation’s scalpel
delineations lie between achy grapes
& cloistered manifestations
Shady
A STINKY BOMB MADE WORDS GO BOOM
In one story a truth, seeking missile,
was inert at initial condition when
they egged it to engage*
There’s damnation in understanding–
deflation in infiltration but yr not
outta luck cuz salvation’s in the next
thin of onion skin rationalization
Me, I better in getting a grip on
placing my pluck in the next rung or
zip up my bat fucked bootstraps,
dust off & fly by the seat of my pants
(Or a kick in the ass)
Good night & good luck
* this is a variant on a manifestation
Shady
A STUBBORN PUDDLE WITNESSES MULTIPLE DRIVE-BY HOMOCIDES
knife tested heat from
marrow sparing nothing
played for curious
faith serious
fought through naught
of drive-by night
tumbled piano keys screamed
streams of consciousness
spiraling dominoes
ending in death*
*Note: Tho I shouldn’t have to explain myself, I can let you know that I am the puddle and there is no single particular shooter. Lest I come off as scary this last stanza was inspired by a man who died in the 90s and my horror at the general gestalt of the terrifying swiftness of globalization & a thousand points of light & there are other mulch piles too but no malevolent intent
Shady