Private Purgatory

Deadbeat, lack of sleep

Leaving my eyes to scream

Headache spinning,

Nightlife day-dreaming;

Nicotine steam

Added ground-bean caffeine—

Time drifts fast

In endless oblivion

Personal, pleasurable

Grandiose and minute painful

Private Purgatory 

Extraterrestrial Terminal

Movies and music

Sure, there's financial ruin

Rumination is restricting

Even Dresden reconfigured

Abundance in trivial,

Unknown destination,

unclear arrival

Discontent actor;

Space oddity

docking at invisible

Extraterrestrial terminal

In eternal desert floral decorum

Illogical misunderstood signals

Mirror-neuron renewal

Onward into survival

Learning new, individual model

Cellular drive, with

Unfulfilled insides

Pistol Whipped out of idols

Bite the future and fuck the past

This old shit never lasts

Radio rerun

Re-wrought restart

Scratched CD

Corrected reconstruction

End of June Runes

Jelly beans and conspiracies

Jubilee and coffee corroboration 

Spilled hidden tea,

Occult legacies;

Spinning axis spree

Where growth and entropy-

meet in a sleepless sea

Endless pages and movies gleam,

Night lit up, swept into day-rest

End of June, Desert runes

Ecstatic tunes, downtrodden ancient dabloons

Lost in eternal informational woods

Shortly Away

Grey morning blue,

Fancy a skeleton crew-

Short bits fading away;

Black still surrounds the light of day,

Maybe it's better this way

Vampiric night, slithering delight,

"What else do I have to say?"— 

G-l-o-r-i-a, it's:

Sober-sleep deprivation anyway;

Not horseshoes and hand-grenades

Surgical Dreamy

Somber, solvent nostalgia

Sonderful cannon-fodder

Liminal shadow silhouette

suspended in memory

Obscure long-lost melody

Surgical dreamy,

Quaainterlude inemnity

Full Cup

Happiness is in a full coffee cup—

“I fell into you,

 now I’m in a rut,”

Malignant, crucial crutch

Ash and dust, dissolves into specks as the river rushes;

Apathetic end-scene collapse,

Inward crushing calamity,

Gravity surpassing Atlas’ strength—

Wits extend on cut wavelength…

Happiness: I’ll-brought social trend;

Innate emotion with artificially induced elevation

ÆGO

“Hang from the chandelier from a long, long time ago,”

All closed, open ticket with nowhere to go;

Thrill long since shrill churning on,

Regardless of correlation—

Sitting, lamenting till well after cold and still,

Wasted, untasted capsule of pills 

i

Anemic aesthetic

Monochromatic chic

Theatric, dull eccentric;

Gilded dress, 

Nines into wallowing, manic—

Messy distress

Intoxicating, seamless shredded garment 

Torn leg-wear adornment,

Netted torment;

Incorrect mirror indent

Mismatched imagined assessment 

Lunar obscured limelight

Cloud covered memories

Pale-white light in black sky,

Grey spots and silver dots

Red-blinking planes, drones and satellites above

Crisp, clean— six hours from volcanic catastrophe 

Natural, off-topic setting

Wooded similarities to desert tendencies;

Roving gambler wandering about,

Less a game— more hyper-aware

reflective, grinning glare

Slight shiver in temperature,

Quick flick, spark and flame lonesomely quivers:

Odd-hour coffee endeavors

Coffee Walking

Different state, shifted landscape

Regular reemergent habit,

Coffee walking,

smoldering joint between fingers,

“Dreaming is free”—

Hysterical, open-range looked over

dancing insanity;

Unbothered, Sunny self-charity—

“I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore,”

Eyes wide while darting left and right,

Curious free-roaming angst free paranoia,

Oblivious spacial awareness—

Hypnotic sonic booms ringing,

Vibrating down to moving shoes;

Cold-brew soothing, cool stimulant

coursing through every sip;

High with special, devilish flower—

Green cigarette twisted at the end,

Filter rip for ease in breathing—

Unrestricted mind wandering

Delights Against Time

12:30

Curtain call, closing toll

Through-running river,

Cooling, soothing morning mildew

Grey new hue

2:02 and blacker-blue

Shadow of night blanketing all-

on one half of Earth’s tilting curves,

“Run from the sun like Dracula,”

Deserved comatose insomniac;

Pretty pre-dawn

Beautiful obscured, buried alive all-along,

Daytime action blurring— 

Dreaming, sleepwalking,

alert without lust

Solar husk, tin rust

“All in all it’s just another brick in the wall

Brightest star is the fastest,

slickest serpent to fall

Destitute, disturbia miscalculating Apollo fireball

Suburban oddball delights;

Fading gifted disease of the mind,

Faltering dull dementia, stalling—

Peter Pan playing against time,

A dozen in a dime

Westworld

Written while driving from South Dakota through reservation land in Montana and in taking it all. Through an April winter storm and gas station stops a poem scribbled in between sights seen out the van window. Title given due to traveling West the entire route. 

Westworld

Gray wisps of rain;

Curving curtains around conservative-inhabited vague spaces

Small plots on vast green,

blue and healthy, earthy tan;

Rich, data-depleted interstate street,

Covalent rape-trailer—

Hiding an open secret in rural,

plain sight;

Concentrated, collapsed suburban,

Post-traumatic stress infusion;

Thousand yards staring down—

into blank-face destitution

Dipole-dipped delusion, evading snake-stick,

Pushing prod with a cheap, synthetic leather scent;

Prosthetic parody—

in and out under the clouds:

Stale tasting Starbucks

Queer, once in a moment shitty coffee—

Small-Wall infantry.

butchered strung up to a tree;

Flaying poles dancing—

Murderous, moseying impulse

Wearing out, wondrous new side-route—

New copycat miniature ranch county range,

Free-rein, open carry days:

Small town gossip, glossed over malaise:

Reservation reprehension—

‘stay the fuck away or we’ll kill you’

Repressive, open-range intent,

Free-roam roulette glory hole;

Ozone fusion, chemical dispersion

Sky cleanly cluttered,

and scarcely is there a soul off the road;

Choke-hold latex tether shredded over—

invariable trillions of blades of sharp grass,

Stretched beyond elastic,

strained overstate divides and rung through miles of mud, sun, muck and gorgeous valleys of silent, salient selective serenity;

Bone-laced lines of traveling history,

Battery low and the sun descends West—

as also headed, an un-winnable race,

79 mile an hour pace;

Hate a bitch enough to dig them up and desecrate their face,

Post-mortem parlay—

Wild-West, bleeding gas mileage 

Culpable

A million years yesterday—

Cross-crossing paths,

Unlasting and retained ridges

Culpable,

Forensic exposition,

Underlying exhibitionism

Too much too soon

Cautious option

Isolated optical illusion

40 pages

There’s only some forty more pages left to fill in this notebook I got back in January. On average it seems I go through around that many pages a week, give or take days and papers. Anyway I decided to do a 40 line poem as a way to coincide with the limited time. 

One week sleeps into late day, two nights all awake—

Third much of the same, occasionally crashing into a comatose state,

Conscious again before too long, too much too soon;

Too little and too early, why bother finding party or comradery?

What’s truly bothering is the practicality of a purple pen—

Smooth and spitting out ink, cleaned out down to the last drop…

Time moves rapidly in frozen mind-play:

Past and present blur as a future momentarily concurs,

Blots and smeared papers, stained hand sides,

For my own private eyes  

Live a little, die a thousand times and revive: rewrite

Scribbling out stupidities, evident mistakes—

Shown shit-shot, candid calamity and beautiful brevity,

Youthful nuisances, minded turbulence: reconfigured truths—

Re-arranged attitudes and unconscious allusions; 

Cat-curious amidst confusion;

Point on paper unleashing recreation:

Pint of this, hint of that— interpersonal correlation,

Odd lack of initial understanding— 

Constant conceptual mining

Minced misunderstandings, collected intellectual entropy—

Cultivated clarity with continual correction,

Biological computer, handwritten invigoration;

Sober and stoned, added combined comprehension,

Cautious perception in cynical self-recognition—

Pattern-porn checkered and torn:

Poured out passion; scripted convictions,

Contradicted end-missions;

Shredded shrink, dipped feet loosely sink

Persisting proof, grandiose and grotesque:

Banal bullshit and gray gaiety—

Spills, savored sips of ever-intaken coffee,

Ingested liquid-literary sanity;

Black envy and calmly smoking,

Eloped knowing with missing a million marks—

Paper pulpit, flammable consultant;

Frayed flames, stoked dust long after the smoke

Indifferently uplifting self-psychoanalysis

Forty more pages to fill and never miss

Coffee iii

Written originally on a napkin in a Diner while drinking coffee after having had an incredibly midnight meal. 

Midnight dish, March cool must;

Diner went, marijuana tailing scent,

Candid, average mundane extreme instance—

Half & Half creamer for a warm cup of coffee;

Unique interaction unfolds before—

Fly on the wall, intaking it all:

Odd, interesting overall;

Stool-chairs and witnessed baking

Tasteful creations; plentiful French toast,

Over half a century old, empty and now late becomes early;

Fresh hit, caffeinated hot bliss—

Spoon-spinning vital existence 

Beheaded Boredom

Darwinian dice, fatalistic vice

Called it once, twice— always on the thought of paying some price

Power political pornographic infliction;

Assigned, accepted addictions of condition 

Beheaded boredom, bed on barbed wire;

Unconscious, solipsistic twosome-

Voluptuous, digitally burning fire;

Smooth slide, decreased rapid descent

Destination somewhere, destination nowhere 

All-day destitution, noticeable nuisances 

Everywhere disillusioned, cadaver conclusion

Pointless existence, inconsequential egress

International island of abundant indulgence-

Absurdist contradiction, lust in luxury;

Active brain death, comatose curation

Computing correction and everlasting electric connection 

20

Like with during the exact beginning of the New Year (of this year, 2026) with crafting a poem— Time Eats—  for a technicality of Laos around the sun while even a fetus— given my birthday is March 15 (today), reason could stand I could have had higher cerebral function at the time of 2005 slipping into 2006 whilst in the womb. 

The idea then on New Years being the same as now— as well as planned since then. That being twenty lines of a poem for twenty completed years of existence. 

One hour now

I guess I’m counting down 

Pre-emptive beginning while sipping Dr Pepper;

Unpredictable routes and consequential decisions—

Diabolical, ever-active imagination; rogue, unknowable destitution 

Another year another set of marks

Another decade and another coin toss

Alive as needed, echoing existentialist 

Surviving fatalist, salience negation

Prolonged, idealized condition…

Three minutes after the hour and two decades after the mundane occurrence 

Inconsequential unpredictable fluid drenched ignorant entity

Coagulated, vital existence in odd degrees

20 years: banal, beautiful and bitter altogether 

Interesting introspective case study every other day 

Incessant inquiries and reductive rationality to passive nihilative survival

Information addict; coffee fiend

Lovely DVDs shown on small screens

Awake through nonexistent alarms

Ever queer-quotient: liquidated totality 

https://open.spotify.com/episode/2r1azTkWCIHgw55Yimkxov?si=juYSCvUAQFWwsuSoimKF_w

space bit

A poem I wrote while on a binge of media relating to the astrophysicist Brian Cox. His way of explaining space is incredible in his enthusiasm and genuine mannerisms. 

Rare Earth, scarce solar system

Dual star siphoning interstellar entity 

Intangible and unimaginable galaxy

Unswimmable ocean, unintruded swamp

Exponential growth, inconsequential replication 

Implausible detection, silent civilization 

Quieter than the dead, darker than in bed

Filled with light, cloaked in eternal night

Pitch-black stellar screen

Hypothetically immoral interference 

Intergalactic law, future fixed flaw

Or merely, tribes only rise to swiftly fall

Orchid wreckage, birthed to bloom

gone so soon; unbeatable horizon filter

Heavy hitter, advanced event spark snuffer

Eyewitness to Expiration

Continuing my interest/research into online addiction and digital manifestations of its effects, from doomerism to dopamine draining of all varieties. Condensing/collecting understanding via poetry. Also coagulated is this playlist of videos on the topic and related matters. 

Intangible long-term award

New normal, formal habitation

Relayed information, idea of influence

Instant delay as time slips away and suddenly it's day

Wasted night without a trace of fight

Evening after evening, morning screaming behind the screen

Proposed productivity, unscratchable itch now high and mighty

Untapped constant ads, ridiculous constant content

Unending fill, down and down with nowhere else to go

No bottom, never-ending circuit

More, more, more; algorithm adored until you pass out and snore

Volume up full blast; random, automated generative space

Personal unpredictable programming

Wholesome vine and a slip beyond entertainment

Focal, inconsequential nothing

Doomed, oh well still won't do shit whichever way it gets put

Eroded existence, consuming escapism

Circular glowing rut

Conclusive out-of-body hobby

Conscious, common misery

Menial memories, cracked magnificence fed with inflated insignificance 

Useless tool turned into a ligature for ape-brained fools

Contended creation, out of bag algorithmic filler

Eyewitness to expiration

Coffee ii collage