though i love warm weather i often find myself wishing to freeze to death (or sleep)
walden freeman
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cut off your palms
there is no need
the summer is sleeping
in shifts
moving the great hearts
of mountains
climbed and claimed
we rise, sons
you move east
i move west
our father drinks
our blood
is capsulated and awaiting
the oxygen
we have strung
lined clothes in the breeze
charlie manson, charlie chaplan
discerned our wasp-stung arms
as signs of conditional love
god is the lead singer
jesus the bassist
the holy spirit some seedy record executive
oh! amount to something!
whisper great vacations
rocks at war with waves
swollen seas, swollen eyes
rolling the salt waves down the cheeks of abandoned children
swimming of albert fish
john wayne gacy at a busstop
or a trustworthy face
but what could be better than hurting someone?
churchbells ring the morning neck
the stretch, the twist
liberty avenue setting free
the uncles we'll never meet
the tragedies of yesterday
the triumphs of tomorrow
the trashcans rolling about the suburbs
the piles and piles of magazines let us know
there is more to talk about
we have conceded, and though conceited as we were
the guns will not shoot themselves
we've hung trees from our arms
take that, art!
environmentalists won't stop blowing smoke into the clouds
emptying their lungs of more pollution
than you can burn an s.u.v. at
as you watch the plumes of smoke
casually roll into the atmosphere
and negate the ironies
the truth is a pill
that -- in this medicated society --
does not grant a good enough high
fuck the stool, the pigeon, the filth in every nice house
the filth in our veins and in our hearts
the tears that clean our fat fucking faces
are for darfur
and fur coats
there is no need
the summer is sleeping
in shifts
moving the great hearts
of mountains
climbed and claimed
we rise, sons
you move east
i move west
our father drinks
our blood
is capsulated and awaiting
the oxygen
we have strung
lined clothes in the breeze
charlie manson, charlie chaplan
discerned our wasp-stung arms
as signs of conditional love
god is the lead singer
jesus the bassist
the holy spirit some seedy record executive
oh! amount to something!
whisper great vacations
rocks at war with waves
swollen seas, swollen eyes
rolling the salt waves down the cheeks of abandoned children
swimming of albert fish
john wayne gacy at a busstop
or a trustworthy face
but what could be better than hurting someone?
churchbells ring the morning neck
the stretch, the twist
liberty avenue setting free
the uncles we'll never meet
the tragedies of yesterday
the triumphs of tomorrow
the trashcans rolling about the suburbs
the piles and piles of magazines let us know
there is more to talk about
we have conceded, and though conceited as we were
the guns will not shoot themselves
we've hung trees from our arms
take that, art!
environmentalists won't stop blowing smoke into the clouds
emptying their lungs of more pollution
than you can burn an s.u.v. at
as you watch the plumes of smoke
casually roll into the atmosphere
and negate the ironies
the truth is a pill
that -- in this medicated society --
does not grant a good enough high
fuck the stool, the pigeon, the filth in every nice house
the filth in our veins and in our hearts
the tears that clean our fat fucking faces
are for darfur
and fur coats
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It sounds like you had an angrier day than me. I was struggling with the
Tenclub server and got kicked off at the moment both MSG concerts went on sale. Talk about fists on my desk and curses in the air!!
But your long rant is way better.
I wrote this piece because I'm fucking sick of everything. I snapped. I lost it. My job, my girl, I'm sick and injured physically and emotionally and fucked up. Everything's falling apart. And to top it off, I order my 5-piece nuggets at Wendy's . . . both of the things have 4 nuggets.
I got home and just cried.
Fucking a.
we suffer alone in dark rooms whilst the eyes of our lost loves light up brighter than ever
OR
like a hammer dropping on a nail we noisily do our work and sometimes break bones
Thanks bud.
Enjoy at the good moments and writes poetries in the bad ones. I hope you will be ok.