I said all the things
I wasn’t supposed to say
because I was drunk

by speckled sidewalk
I travel the colorscape
death not far behind

I watch as it changes
kaleidescopic melting
twisting and throbbing

I proceed, haunted
for our only universe
I had done little

Just kissing kittens.
Missing mittens cold smitten
Single tear i swaer

real human being
I died to attack real life
It is what it is

nothing is promised
all things must come to an end
nicholas johnson

EVERY TOUCH WAS FLESH
TIGHT UP AGAINST AND KISSING
SOFT AND WARM INSIDE

EVERY THOUGHT WAS FUCK
SPACE STATION SINKING IN FIRE
CAN’T SEE THROUGH THE BLOOD

EVERY FEEL WAS GLANDS
TO FIND OUT IT MEANT NOTHING
TORRENTIAL NIGHTMARES

STANDING ON THE STREET
DISCONNECTED AND ALONE
BLOWING IN THE WIND

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
WHEN DEATH COMES, I WILL SWALLOW
RISE TO MEET THE PAIN

both hands are on fire
john goodman impregnates me
cry over chiptune

knew it was a dream
i cant whistle with such skill
it was all a lie

smells so bad tonight
like old inside out insides
that were left outside

festering, ignored
slowly drifting past pluto
slow emergency

mayonnaise nightmare
manners continue employ
mother nature chokes

big dinosaur dicks
promise rides to promise lands
though my anus fears

please stop everything
wait no do the opposite
pray to barbecue

oh he’s dead alright
help me disinfect the morn
divided by birds

ran out of running
imploding log cabin floors
pit of flying dogs

mumble waves of hate
pepperoni eyes create
sustain, cultivate

concentrate, please god
intravenous butterflies
personhood quotient

don’t knock farts with me
everyone cares about eyes
its unwritten law

her heart took a shit
so big it clogged the toilet
booked it to the woods

new wife built to last
much longer than the other
hopefully double

interesting day
microwave bit my arm off
smile that welled up big

laser vision kill
resplendent triceratops
im here, where are you

panache revival
if you don’t play you cant win
oil smudged countenance

whose move will it be
george washington sucked my d
doesn’t make me gay

mountain peak so high
tried so hard and got so far
nothing is up there

image lack breaks art
writing random words is lame
im tired of void

underestimate
can’t see how deep tree roots grow
dick runs deep also

abhor all meaning
take to roboticism
heartily & swift

plenty of output
for efforts squeezed out so late
finally sleepy

falsely we know each
who but nifty in their dress
should escape our gaze

I don’t but I won’t
negativity food fight
step parent respect

wobbling gently
image of you as a child
in nature, impressed

black mold grows in lungs
temporary wide vision
fleeting gratitude

piston animals
fire in fields of freed flowers
lsd landscape

breaking up your world
slow sweeping hand of IT ALL
messing with yr life

hug that nurse no shame
phosphorescent figures play
singing of soon stuff

dictionary dibs
talking of possible scenes
needing all the words

gotta get moving
otherwise its count the weeks
till the day i die

little girl explodes
she’s probably better off
i wouldn’t worry

crystal guano quest
despite illuminati
wind wrestling numbskull

there seems no reason
besides obvious small ones
added together

contaminated
I don’t know any ninjas
can we still be friends?

paralysis hurts
possible timelines shredded
countless deaths, you know?

sordid dude of dust
spilled into town one morning
just to feel a place

then back to the wheels
hurried to more of the same
by some trick of mind

I keep saying eyes
B A N A N A S
not like i could care

what’s in it for me
reasons to live, i suppose
always nice to have

befriending people
born with everlasting luck
for my benefit.

vertical storage
has always been there for me
who could ever match

cellphone starts ringing
redirecting me elsewhere
every fuckin’ day

lives could have been changed
still bothers me to this day
alternates abound

use the internet
go to the grocery store
crawl back into bed

sun sky trees dirt grass
nature is yelling at me
gotta go lay down

jaded to the core
whoops! you’ll never be happy
or feel it be shared

crumbier than bread
its legal in florida
wet suicide dream

sorry forever
“well ‘sorry’ doesn’t cut it!”
plumbing 1-2-3

revenge of sweet lime
hitler candy flesh haver
render obsolete

absorbed like a sponge
poet whispers strange, vague tip
“never lose yr shit”

portable rump roast
honesty for 5 minutes
licking your own tongue

“lick me where i shit”
lovely weather we’re having
close without saving

butthole squeaky clean
cereal ceremony
multigrain refrain

level of sad songs
approaching critical mass
internet weather

…what the fuck is this
why is there poop on the stove
(examination)

oh god its reeses
its just reeses for breakfast
oh my god (deep breaths)

valley of ocean
straddling a flying whale
still couldn’t forget

making a murder
to look like an accident
jet ski accident

21xx
eyes glued to the horizon
awaiting the day

choice between two hells
watching the washing machine
deep change or slow death

gas station bathroom
sudden clarity clarence
toys back where they were

brutal infinite
blow my brains out with a spoon
buffalo grazing

spoon bullet head hole
bellybutton to the sky
this is the single

swirling checkered curls
primordial meat balls roll
kill you back to life

nailing down the thoughts
before they disintegrate
sleepy hand melts words

confused with boredom
don’t be cold, bring a jacket
don’t want to get sick

ascend the tower
punch your sister in the face
victory sunrise

mega cumulus
into that album backwards
wheelies in circles

pink eye violin
star studded poignant whimsy
color observer

opulent hairpiece
life is made out of reverb
erstwhile kangaroo

cupcake octagon
soundly drenched while others scorch
balloon animal

alien hunter
my best man at the wedding
catapults the shoes

potato magnet
bikini assault squadron
roast beef credit score

disc-shooting cartwheel
yield old money in midair
launching gliding discs

fifty miles balls deep
crisp breakbeats on milkshake streets
patient architect

round table wizard
brought body parts baking bread
like an mp3

blood kitten shiner
vast dense cloud of bursting spheres
amplifies chest aches

spirit of the times
liveblogging the tragic end
in haiku sublime

long hair, times we shared
embryonic attachment
now I go hungry