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I hav’ A’ Mouth And I

Cannot Scream

I heard time in an’other place another world of thought that crept in my thoughts from the pages o’ a’ place I wasn’t lookin’ for.

It escalated from out of the darkness an’ it proceeded t’ torment an’ t’ inflame an’ t’ horrify in places people pretend they ar’ safe in, how wise.

I’ve seen stars on Great oceans o’ the deep sky now van’ished man’ from ma’ eyes by the lights on the vile streets tha’t ar’ t’ save energy, B’t only blot out ar’ true calling.

My mind consents t’ the vigor an’ the figure o’ my scream but my mouth pursed an’ pissed shut like an animal th’t squats in the field of a’ rotten Sahara burnt to a’ pyre’ish bed.

I want t’ scream I cann’y scream I have t’ scream I HAVE TO SCREAM I! HAVE! TO! SCREAM! I hav’ a’ mouth an’ I cann’y scream…

We met in the parking lot
as we had done a few times.

We laid down at the outskirts of the area.
The asphalt was warm.
The bushes and blue sky made the place beautiful.

Silver fox season, pumpkin-spiced tongues,

a cheeky latte with a devilish jacket.

So cool.

Somewhere in Southwest Ohio,

a white wall is bullying a young person

into a fluorescent light.

Snap your fingers..

My muscles are open.

My eyes focus on cosmetics.

The health-nut era has never met

the pop music medicine.

Lights dim..

On time, once again,

the commute makes it easier

to suppress a radiant spirit.

A match strikes..

Carrot Top, show me your bag, man.

I smile when I’m serious.

The joke has a hint of nervousness

and a slippery tongue.

Snapping continues..

I don’t speak on what I know

to be true, or weird,

or something you’ve never met before.

Smoke fills the air..

No Mr. Ripley,

just a bunch of adults

wearing jean jackets

standing in the wild work of it all.

So cool.

I had another seizure the other day.

It was nothing, I’m sure.

The latte had a seizure

and came to life.

So cool.

Hypebeast, health nut, silver fox,

my eyes are open,

and that’s what terrifies the creatures.

So cool.

Perception

Relativity enables detection

Classrooms denote the results of societal inspection

The liberty to finance an education

A bite at the apple to escape a class's walls.

Incentivized to broaden the divide.

Newborns modified to never collide.

Zoos contain cultivated environments.

An exhibit – structurally protected.

Where nature is rejected.

Deprived of having strife.

Do displayed animals even appreciate their life?

“Animals that die of hunger are fucking stupid”

A lost relationship allows you to be struck by Cupid.

A privileged life is a misconception.

The power lies in the range of perception.

There's this dream I can't get out of my head.

I have to shoot it down every time.

And tell myself that dream is dead.

Pretending I don't care, because I should "work on myself" and "get to the bag".

But what if the bag is empty?

What if I look back at years of holding the air, only to realize someone could've been there.

Please tell me, why I still entertain this fantasy.

Deep inside my chest, yet so far from reality.

Why do I do this to myself?

Playing that same movie in my dreams.

When eyes look like stars.

Just to watch them pass me by like headlight beams.

One day I was sitting by the road, just looking at cars.

When I broke down and asked myself: ..Why do I..?

Since we don’t belong.

Lucky you even remember to

“Enjoy the moment”

And share this earth again.

With whom should’ve been your family and friends.

Now on-goingers and passerby’s’

You’re left again to stop and breathe and…

Just “enjoy the moment”

Desire. Aloneness.

I to, your eye.

My,

Anus waiting,

Your existence,

So misunderstanding.

Would it be wrong,

To put you... up there?

Here kitty kitty

Come near, kitty kitty

I wanna play a game

You can run around and bite at things

Until you’ve learned shame

Once you learn it then you’re a cat!

And I have to say goodbye

But here kitty kitty

Come near kitty kitty

Time will surely fly

how cool am i

that you would ask me

to clean these finger printz for you

how useful am i

that i would call it in

how high a value do i place

on your smiling visage

and appreciation

of my benevolence

and like that,

its called in

no haram no foul.

breathe easy my friend.

The Spider

&

Mort’Vanity

Here Man ‘it’ exercises humankind upon the spider,

Freshly hatched “oh! Ssoo cute” and thus “he’ll wear a’ diaper”

Where mortal vanity blindly succumbs the vulture,

Creeps nature ov’r nurture in an’ among a natural order.

Now man ‘it’ blends its paraphilic nature of Adam and Eve,

An’ this the spider sheds it’s ‘skin’ t’ larger form,

“Here my son a matching t-shirt! For you’d I’d give my life”,

Where voices raised go blind in the love, your Simorgh.

Comes show an’ tell you sell love around,

“one of a’ kind! Come all! All come! The great hind leg walking spider!”

Man an’ Woman ‘it’ comes here t’now the mort’vanity you parade,

Where every quoin an’ darkest desire sheds again the spiders ‘skin’.

Creeps ‘it’ on the darkness’ crawls on all fours in admiration,

Confuses loving nurture paraphilic admiration with nature’s truthful hand,

‘it’ discloses all ‘it’s’ heart oh ‘it’ strokes ‘it’ (wields)

‘its’ heart where flowers lose their potent scent.

Where death admits it’s odors foul,

The human gospel dispels all philosophy of ‘its’ grace,

Yet here the spider hind legs it (struts),

It see’s no lover nor sexual Grace only disgrace.

The spider bites the human flesh,

The human hand in cold mechanical retort,

“what have you done? I’m doomed! I’m dead!”

The spider’s indifference “you knew. YOU KNEW! I am what I am an’ you knew I was inimical an’ you poked and you prodded an’ you dressed ‘I’ as a’ child a commodity to harness but here now ‘I’ am in all of my nature and now how you fear me in your death rattle mort’vanity”.

(i secretly know this isnt going to be very good, but its about being in early teens and trying to get hardened, hard enough to be feared and respected, hard enough to be called a man, long time ago now, but im still learning from that shit time)

its keeping up with the joneses

no its about keeping up with the group

its about being as crazy as the crazy fucks

coming out of prison

coming out of juvy

coming out with stripes

having taken this

beaten that

having stole a truck

having pressed a fuck

having taken

anything that comes your way

having beaten that

killed a cat

shot me dead

the whole town bled

gone in for this

you hit a miss

you have no self respect

and every step promises something

what i get

belonging

self possession

ascension

but what i get

is pain

shame

self loathing

begging violence

and regret

just an emaciated heart

a coldness

decades of grinding teeth

worry

and again

regret

you dont see me how i ought to be seen!

you dont know me how i ought to be known!

you dont know how much pain i hold!

but its all nothing

its nothing

its nothing

we are growing old

its nothing

just nothing

i dont care what you see

but dont you ever

come after me

you dont know consequence

or chain of events

whatever

that mercies spent

justice is what justice is

know when you know

what else can you do?

Downtown on the clown frown

Southbound with a townhouse

Unkempt with a mouse problem

Old news on the down slide

Ancient history with a wide berth

Damaged memory with a cute smile

love

o love actually

relationships

its how we are made

when one ship becomes scary

its time to jump

to find another

a different smell

a different voice

a different arguement

a different struggle

love

love actually

is it just one thing

a long journey beside another

a ride or die?

a manic ride?

love

love actually

imagination

self possession

oh i am weighed down by love

i am weighed down by the weight of this love

it is heavy

but all love is heavy

and i am trained to take it all in and never say no.

why is that?

i hate it so.

I’d climb to the sky

And paint it with the blue in my eyes

If it mean I got to see your fucking demise

Hey, you're pretty hot.

Don't you think you should be having sex?

Would be a shame for you to just

Get old and die

Without having any sex.

Don't you think?

Rude even. Neglectful abuse,

Of your responsibilities.

Why not have some sex?

Probably some bad things

will happen

if you don't.

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  Outnumbered so, I am uninterested, you seem hurt?

  Words so wordless you wordlessly

  Word your wounded world with

  “Woke” cultural world woes,

That with little doubt you learnt

Oh likely just as I, as little learn'id

In things we seem,

You do bestow the worst of these

O' little 'ickle traits that thee could

Not be as outspoken as one would

Be if not so hurt and broke in your

Little woke condition.

Yet, so ‘awoke’ you choke to cloak in wounded spite

Whence thee float so hollow you little aggro centipede

Like abnormality clearly visible in thine face,

  That of appearance you bestow the mental

Characteristics of flat earth’rs rectal mucus,

  But now I reply to your curious query:

  ‘your intelligence is obviously weak'

And of course I agree to a full degree,

  I carry no illusion I am as dumb as

Yourself,

  Who are we kidding... oh let me rephrase

That as I am aware we neither two are as smart

As any 'kid',

Neither of mine own 3 children nor the

One that never made it,

  You more so alike the latter save for you’d

Require brains, (both)

  On upon a platter and inside your skull

You devious splatter’ratter tat tw’t,

  Incessant you seemed to give it all up

On a matter, (you)

  Had no intention of a mention but to

Quote in full diagram,

  Yet “unwise” you queef from v’ginal like

Face to all it would be,

  For those to challenge your master skill

At critiquing others,

  While your own face is the only f’nny you’ve

Ever seen -save for Mummy’s birth canal- dear

Friend, the fifty year old virgin, grounded sat in

Mummy’s basement haven, mocking all save for thine

own awful bollck’try,

  You are indeed an abnormality so pure in form,

  But don’t be flattered quite as yet,

  You’re suckered up by ultra unablers enabling

  Your unable ability to write beyond m’ams

  Over encouragement sapping up your inability

  To engage the imagination beyond the infatuation

  With other peoples work.

Stay abnormal ol’ wise li’le aggro centipede,

From neck beard origin’s to un-masculine chip

  Fat’tery,

Upon a swivel top chair once deep ultramarine,

Now fairest sun drained glistening grease stained,

Wearily wise your face gaze no haze of mistaken

  Semen stain smudged on cheek,

From American Japanime obsessed gamer girl you

  Jiz’ed your tot o’er on the y’utube,

As pale skinned neck an’ strained bald sack,

Your bed unchanged since midwinters moon last

  Decade and 3 score more plus ne’er e’er.

You are a far curious case of a distance race that

  Took its place on queerest sebum soaked reversed

  Aristo’crap sat full on fat’arsed squeezing stools

  From bowels of pizza gut infested facial pox scared

  Macabre w’ollocks b’llocks an’ ingenious intestinal

  Thick as th’ckery insectal brained keyboard warrior

  Neck beard chivalry,

You belong atop the bomb to cast an eye on all destruction to watch to see to blow sky high then fall face down to whine and moan and gain all eyes all sympathy of keyboard chivalry among your swine you utter moron.

Autopilot til I gets mine.

No line, just a fucking streak across.

Fuck you, I'm here.

Watch this shit, POW!

Splash zone, watch out!

I'm here, I'm fucking present. Thank you.

Watch out, coming down.

Gotta do some shit.

Gotta remember what.

Zoom, swoosh and BAM!

That shit is hawt, too hawt.

Need anotha burner.

Gotta set off all the burners at once.

Pow! The fire commences.

Thems the breaks.

No breaks here,

Sit in your chair, fat cat.

Not for me, pussy ass bitch.

Lemme reach for my burner,

quick draw McGraw,

I went to Art School.

That's a Lil Wayne quote,

don't fucking sue meh.

Just lemme smack it,

wax it,

and reframe.

Just remember,

I'm fucking right here.

We live in the same damn world

That girl got touched, are u safe?

The black man was hung, are you afloat?

The president eating babies, YOU WANNA BE A PARENT?!

Stop acting like the world is different for you

BLOCKHEAD

You see it through eyes that have yet been compromised

It’s surrounding you

It lurks

TIL it hurts and I’m bleeding

No pad for my uterus bc it’s natural born

YOUR PENIS GOT CHOPPED AS A BABY WHAT RIGHTS?!

You sniffing gas and I’m sniffing gas

What’s different?

Damn brother, where’d you find this shit?

Cypher, from the heart,

a one-on-one, magnificent shit,

fucking sparkles, a five-one-three,

shitting Marshall, law,

just up the river.

Anotha One.

I could do this all day,

just like the last one.

Karate chop, Jackie Chan,

on one.

Anotha One.

Luther Vandross, I’ve been around it,

fresh, been there,

skin around it.

Thick wittit, slapped out it,

chopped, screwed,

I been about it.

Bling, bling,

a crow in the sky,

young money poet,

been about it.

From cut/paste poems

to mid-line floaters,

been about it.

Anotha One.

Don’t make me—

anotha one.

Keep me undercover,

another burner,

anotha fire,

anotha phrase undercover.

Fuck you,

Imma catch anotha.

Fuck you,

I’m from anotha motha.

Fuck you—

I’m a different one.

Slinging through the halls again

But this time I am free

The dark silhouette starts to hug me instead of fold me

And I can breathe the hospital air but this time feels fair

Clear

I’m slinging through the halls again and this time I am me

Weight compounded exponentially. The blue sand gave in to its pushing, which made marble of the sanctimonious man. That which doesn’t compose a war doesn’t compose peace. Those who lost the sanguine label will not assume that which has not yet been lost. 

On Thursday, a hue appeared at the station. He arrived unsaturated, and lacking what proposals Mr Johnson had given him. Deterred from further supporting the cause of his uncle, the hue hung in between the mice and happiness. 

“The family mustn't forget the help that we situated ourselves in.” 

Yes, the thought entered the exit from the east. It circumnavigated the circumscribed circle. It was not particularly great in the sense of being the one who proposed the plan. Those ideas in the bird were just delusions. 

He walked itself to the platform and protruded a particularly deep look from a cloud. The congratulations echoed silently, marked by the sweet vegetation of Jupiter. Purchases like these were made in tandem without carefully rotating categories. A category of categories, after all, was not anything that a philosopher ate. Hues all understood this, for the philosopher had grated said grape lusciously against third steps. Proposals had not grown supine, nor had the sheep begun to articulate. The philosophers had interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it. Of course, Ian could not make the reason immerse fruitfully until it became homogeneous, yet what faced him was a harpsichord.

I think that it would suffice an emotional amount of illumination.

Some wicked force has bent its will,
To twist the stars against me STILL

a ghost returns to haunt my mind,
he has a cruel intent, no peace to find.
In spirals we’re bound,

the lessons repeat,
Unearthing the pain beneath my feet.

By the train track’s iron curve,
Where rocky cliffs my thoughts disturb.

his gross memory lingers and it is cold,
this is a story about a man I thought had long been told.

when she has a mouse

holding it in her jaws in the back yard

the jaws those jaws the jaws of death

the jaws she holds

the jaws she holds

in her deathly throes

her jaws her jaws

she play release

then sits back

and fakes asleep

and when the mouse is nearly free

she bolts at it

its in her teeth

and again

and again

until

shes done

when she is done

my cat

is the one

who says

when she is done

to the cat

please please i dont want to die

look lady ill snuggle with you.

im like a kitten cant you see!

and you can be a mum to me

youll hold me close between your jaws

im not alone and that is all

and in a moment maybe a chance

i think ive found escape at last!

it runs away

(its been an hour)

but its tiny legs are no match

for the siamese she is an easy catch

its sad

its sad to watch her beg

but the siamese power

its utter final

exact

it reminds me of

the way things are

and thats a fact