when the saints go marchin in

we should be tripping,
we should be running our fingers thru paint

or blood, i'll untie my mouth, silence my fingers, we should escape, whatever happened to the revolution?  unbutton eyes, the aching lung, where is the pizza?  the stomach pain always, draggin rocks in stomach and cop eyed the jameson on the el train, back seat, & smiled.  that was tite, who are you? paper airplame ribs & slack jaw

i am

hiding.

careful about that thing, robot, encrypted, give me the number, the socialyl secure, Burger King Bank Trust McDubble Shit Mourning, funhome, i hate this fucking-  but the music, spinning thru the air is enough, the smella green cooking, the pizza is coming and the whiskey is hittin my stomach fierce and hard, im fucked up drunk, everybodys drinkin good right now

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everybody's doin pretty good right now. stone broke and fucked. more money and drinkin it right up. outta job and havin a ball. workin all the time, no money. heartbroken, stupid in love, joyful hermitage, the brotherhood, takin cara shit, fuckin shit up, the dog eats rat poison or the baby stops breathin or you fall offa railin and break yr face. the city is creeping under our feet.  take care of these poor robots. take care of these pour souls.  we should be tripping right now. the steel trains, all the time, are they made outta plastic? i am melting plastic, i am caustic spastic, what were we just playin? do you remember that at all? my mouth, silence, fingers, i am a fucking liar, you are a fucking liar, we are fucking liars so just shoot me in the fucking mouth please. there are all these humans crowded together and you forget hundreds of faces a day. there are hundreds of faces a day you forget, a sea of surging plastick.  paper dollars change hands. and the body machine breaks down. everybody will leave you and the saints go marchin on in.   im doin good right now. im doin real good.

"come pick me up. i might be dead. im in a car, come get me"

we should be tripping...

the sun was halfway up and he was choking on drool and hair in the bathroom the cops woke me up the dude had said he had found the guys who shot up his house just before he came and dropped of the shit why did - fuck is goin on here? what happened back there? what is this shit?

reevaluate. step back. i been playin a lotta music, yea. have you listened?---like a panic, like i needta get outta this room. tight dude. so many things goin on that day, drag bar whatsitcalleda bachelorette party readin a poem and shit- where is the pizza? i am fat girl in mirror, my tits are so fucking huge its ridiculous. who is this? what is going on? stop saying those things! but when i look in the mirror, i say, fuck you, im goddamm fuckin beautiful too, i am stupid brilliant human, not robot, and fuck it fuck it fuck it and to hell with it and my body is dying anyway. knees bad frm kneelin backsore frm sleepin on floor? am i real? the cellualr attachment. too much like addictive. stop counting everything.

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masturbated in the shower at church camp calling from the future its new years

i cant hear what you're saying, im hearing a wailing guitar!

one nite at joe's

 slop fish
WERK WERK WERK
violet is the first color your aged eye loses
he's got the microphone jones
pay the ransom!

it's a reasonable conclusion to make

i could crawl in between his legs
if you could get away with that
there's a bag there
they don't see me, i'm invisible!
you love aliens
stop thinking everyone hates you, that's just paranoid and stupid
my uncle followed the dead for a year
my uncle's frm canada, ones jailed, the other one's dead.
if two or three people help me collect dandelions, we could get drunk

are you just taking everything out of the sky?

i woke up with a bad charlie horse, what a stupid name for the painful clench of muscle,
i have dumb bad pain in my chest when i think about the evidence-
no no, dont tell them that!

chicago is discomforting...
i need a changin up the rotation.

I SAY IT TO BE SO

he's fuckin up the rotation GODDAMM this is good weed!

it's okay, no one is listening,

listing, flopping
when he turns into a pumpkin, we'll carve him
sush, calm down
is the blue island on the bus tracker? fuckin hard!
any whiskey except ol grandad, it tastes like fire, its hundred proof, and its got an orange lable!

will we kill a fifth if i get a fifth?
look at us!

i rid a skateboard & broke my leg

the axel is moving something with surface area slick bearings end of the flat surface you hafta push&push

just as much force into the ground

impressive movie in my hed of wheels & axis demonstrations
in my mind i wanna kill tony hawk hadta stop what i say i wanna kill the president on the bus scared to death least it wasnt on a fucking airplane this guy on the bus was talkin about ethnic cleansin tonite gettin real angry bla bla bla ethnic cleansin describing he was laughin everyone left the bus while he was hackin him up held the hed up from the bus laughing the mounty just sittin there he ate his eyeball after eating the head the neck after condemed to death he ate the other eyeball threw out the hearts of hired so many contractor with his torture chamber kept as a landmark three years after it was built someone who was real mad about the murders burnt it down incinerator put in 25 to 150 he was a huge liar sooo guilty a fairytale proved innocent
wrote a book, how i did it
make sure you tie the knot rite

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the beaver are all trapped out, it usta be a mormon colony, lost on country roads creeps me out

dad, i just saw a UFO!

the comet and then those people killed themselves im too desperate to be smart enuff to be desperate that is so kashed dont hit that i wish i had spinach

they had a policy that anyone could record their shit for noncommercial reasons

dude, i fell asleep on yr floor...

want one for jerry?
two things! going on at once!
yr friends made it back to detroit safely?
its a damm shame, i been goin to the parade all my fuckin life and they're shuttin it down, too many fights, too many arrests, they arrest who they wanna arrest, there's some other reason, whatthefuckever i'm still goin south for paddy's we'll thinka somethin elsta do i wanna see my homeboys i don't get out to a lot of fests cuz i dont like bluegrass rothberrys gonna be sweet tho i put a filter on my mailbox
i forgot that the internet existed
throw it across the room!
friendly lion, the wild turkey, the computadora in the way the room is going counter clockwise pass me the bottle or ill attack spain any piece of the mainland japan testing the missle that has the ability to go that distance if they shoot down their test rocket grapefruit watermelon physical loads everyone waiting to jump on north korea's shit
is this wars forever?

wars forever

can i give you a book? if yr on dex poetry is fuckin sweet yea but its so hardta- we're goin to jerry springer id love to take an ambien nah i dont wanna sleep

in sum mins ill fill the rest i gotta skeedaddle

just knot now dose dependant response curve that exists experience stargates a divine figure smoke weed evry day observational scale of brilliance oh my god dude im disappointd in him what did you expect he is the new face of the new world order cuz he's black sickest flash video ever wanna have a cigarette? just smoke it yo i sell floor space pay attention use yr guts go!

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silence

he sat on the glass, a perfect ending

i wanna be called giraffe!
my power animal is a dragon the crow indifferent lizard sometimes im an anteater a lizard cat a squid from the sea my spirit fruit is a kumquatt the earthstone the blood orange didnt think anyone was listenin

nostalgic, this way

tower to where

the oem ghost paces the bridge-

see all the mirrors
my hands move funny

i am having trouble breathing through this McDouble meat what chemicals for now, thru blood? i meant to say, i'm sorry aint i the ultimate douchebag? fear you fear me

all this time in rooms, counting bricks, a silver dollar kicks thru my throat & melting, ice bows caddilac heart attack

i time by sidewalk squares

melt me

this happy friday, is sunny, this is not the ghetto, moving away from you, in circles, insulin shots, dumnumb on neuroleptics, stargazer, i miss the shit outta you and i'm dumbtounge, numtug im going to take my skin off now

tear my skin off now

shake it off, in the basement where they plunged me

plug me

fulla water, the ice breakin, china face,

breathe breathe breathe

so many things i wanted to get close to you, skintoskin, instead i am stuck here with

all the things i can't say

like my whirring mind, don't do this now, my whizzing turning spinning mind, drink the drink deep the electronic messages from space messiah and hidden in the fear like a circle dug in mud where interference buzzes around

the well

eat to keep stomach from cavin, it feels like i just kicked the

random annual dose,

wedding, welding, misspent saliva with gaping thieves come for us at nite. i meant to say the meat was good, was okay, a little burnt, a little undercooked,

i like it bloody and raw.

i just cant keep staring at walls and i fear tremble me gaping out to the big hole in me, the squishy itch, widenin spyrolling mess, i dream sleep close naked with mother and other people's children crawl around and look for sharp pieces of metal to place in their mouths and the slop messes over me its okay its just touching, its just body, its just a dream but some things aint rite i am trying to move closer to you am i but the slop mess is screaming my hair is on fire and i am slowly

trying

to put it out.

Joker: Intake Interview (excerpt)

D: What is your earliest childhood memory?
J: i remember...just being surrounded in darkness, just, trying to get out, pushing, screaming, inching towards the light, and this hand just...pushing me back, pushing me back into the darkness...these long, crooked, green nails, scratching at me..jabbing at my face, in my eyes, scratching up my mouth...so i reached for the fingers, grabbed it, it was hard, i remember, i had poor coordination and it was dark, but i managed to grab one of the fingers and i...i put it in my mouth and i...i bit that finger clean off, chewed it up, spit it out, crawled out into the light, and then...i just started laughing!

D: do you have any very positive early childhood memories?
J: Oh, you know, just yr typical idyllic Gotham childhood...I remember playing in the boneyards, hustling on the corner for bread, getting dizzy off the fumes in the river, where we usta fish. I had a rat farm, collected teeth from neighborhood children and sold them at a discount, mixed gin in the basement, I remember one year my daddy gave me a slingshot for Christmas and i shot my sister fulla holes as a demonstration, but I think my fondest memory is when I killed my first rat. i remember i had just begun to crawl...and the damn thing was near as long as i was, this big, hairy, whiskery, bitey rat- and i just- choked the life out of him. good times.

D: how was school like for you?
J: i got straight As. when i attended class, i mostly studied the teacher. i hated school. all that paper work. it's like a moron factory. an assembly line for traffic cones. and everybody in there believes in it so hard. paper dollars, dullards, bricks in a wall. or else they're imprisoned. i didn't go for very long. i got a job at the local corner store to help my mama buy groceries. then my sister had the cholera and i had to help ma mind the iron lung. we ate stale bred dipped in curdled milk. that's when i started stealing.

D: so you never finished school?
J: I pursued independent studies. chemistry, military history, the theatre- i have a PHD in french tapestries or something...my memory of those years is a bit...fuzzy...ever since the narcoleptics...

D: any medical concerns?
J: wouldn't know. don't have insurance.

D: have you ever been unconcious?
J: seemingly...

D: what do you do for fun?
J: everything. everything i do is for fun. especially, you know, the homicide.

urban dictionary poem

type the answers to the following questions into urban dictionary.
choose one of the definitions.
each definition becomes a line of the poem.
add your own question.
your name - a friend's name - birth place - the last thing you ate - what should you be doing? - what are you wearing on yr feet? - what color (primarily) is yr shirt? - what kind of music were you most recently listening to? -last person you talked to - birth month - main way you get across town - one thing you wish you could buy - one thing you're glad you have - your nickname

fear of bananas
another way of saying goodbye
best damn city in the world
a small bitman image
discreet hows yr father
slink weasel
the absence of light, must be a thief-
borrowed from work spirituals, only needs a single voice,
the milkman's assistant
opal birthstone, a cheaper rose
elevated mass transit
To designate a target to employ a homing weapon against
temporary alliances in pursuit of mutual goals
hostile kids

7 minutes

now six-
keep shivin me
when i least expect it
& ill gather sweat
on my tongue-
better to be a fool...

caught in throat

its hard to find you, myself, in the silence,
along the tracks, the black and white, frames per minute
i believe everything you are saying when you say nothing
chasing spaces between words, it's natural, sunray hittin sidewalk square warm sand,
caught on the turn of a pigeon wing, torn off tossed in alley with used rubber & rattail is goddamm fucking beautiful,
we count bricks together, mark the walls, stand nakkid in windows you can look out of, bow to the south at sunset-
when it's been too long you find my mouth, we knaw eachother greedily,
guts spillin out across the blanket-
tremble me,
someday soon these bricks will fall down on us
there are many things to talk about,
in so much silence-
you move with me, chemical electric upbelly,
backstairs painted door liquid fingers singing,
your eyes holding mine or staring out the cab window,
an animal sound ray moans us blurred furious joy
you don't have to say,
i'm not saying-
a shadow across the room,
the glimmer of light caught in the horn as it rises
from the candle low, the heat lamps over the stage
i smell like a hobo and look like a madd bomber
you don't seem to mind, we are dirty, pickin resin off the floor
and laughing into our morning beers
it is still summer outside with windows shut tight
glowing aztec warriors shouting from crumblin brick
and you stand on the roof against the sun
and raise your arms over yr head
and nobody says a goddamm thing-
we let the sky speak.

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