SCRIBBLE #2

He has a voice.
He never stops singing.

Its exuberant tonality harmoniously blends the dying squeals of electronic goats
with the melodic rapture of diarrhea bubbling from a coyote's anal socket.

stop singing. stop singing. stop singing.

SCRIBBLE #1

Dear optimist, pessimist, and realist. While you were all arguing about the glass of water. I drank it.
-Sincerely, the opportunist

FOR ALL THAT IS CONCEALED SHALL SOON BE REVEALED

lost himself at the bottom on the bottle.
Again.

He was a scream,
looking for a mouth.

Entangled by a spiritual tape worm,
as each velvet swig trickled down his throat.
His dis-contentedness sheered,
over the bubbling cauldron of opioids.

Admiring the smell of snow balls,
ever-increasing desires insued when they were brewed with golden cinnamon.
Trapped in the eternal quagmire.
He loved this place, this place loved him.

Thus spoke the diety,
contained within this piercing container.
Every time, every time, every time.

haiku #3

lost virginity.
was a lame experience.
so I took it back.

haiku #2

left god a prayer.
it went straight to his voice-mail.
answer your damn phone.

haiku #1

I accepted Christ.
he does not like gay people.
ended up in hell.

SEVEN DAYS (a biblical mockery)

A veil uplifted,
only to become blinded.

Dripping off all the painted issues of no one knows.
Descry the tainted liquid,
seeping through the cracked pavements of fleshly innocence.

The violent tones of disturbance pave the mountains.
The serene harmonies of murdered children mold the vivid lands.
Irregular construction,
newly born by a new born.

The shining apparatus' out of reach,
For it did not know,
we are forever out of reach.
Forever.

The atypical melodies of deafening silence,
conjure the universal dualities of species.
Flawed by it's own doing,
more so by the creation of mirrors.

Vessels soft as saliva bubbles.
Minds fragile of the hearts born with it.

Time for a beer.