Right from out of my bowels Comes rolling out a subjugating fart Squeezing in too tight Taking hefty thoughts into the morrow Grandeur! The catwalk shining, glistening just for me Only me and my gloriously

It's been a long time since he has heard Her passionless moans and felt her Machine precisioned nail scratches on his back For this reason and only He stumbles across pavements Vomits his dispair down

Haven't I been working in that joint Heavy with dust, grime and impaled through sunshine Riddled by a dwindling sense of devotion After all enslaved labour wasn't meant to be Cherished, at all Out of the

Walking disasters and hypomanic wonders Always come in pairs Displayed for the sake of comparison Portrayed for the sake of compassion Differentiated so that the observer Can ponder on the apparently dual

The man at the other end of the line Sounds bored and frustrated Blame the end of the week for all you want But reluctantly offered services Have a terrible way of placidly carving Their refusal in rebuttal

The itinerary of daily grind Keeps changing and shifting In accordance with the constant swings In temper and mood Not long since an escape from one godly prison Has been carefully executed The possible

The lights are out Most plugs have their safety caps on This couch will be forever ornamented With dead, dried out, rubbed about Houseflies My cigarette lights itself Nobody can really see my nose Also

After careful planning In-depth consideration Figurative, illustrative dedication To a worthy cause Call it the fine-tuning of an already Manically balanced lithium machine Tables are set and timelines

This dude was long lost In turmoil Rat-racing amidst doubt induced haze Haphazardly produced Thoughts He always wants to go back and analyse See What went wrong and when Thus he forgets To look, not backward,

Skyscraper Pitched Tent Battering Ram Solid Snake Bug-eyed Monster Pushrod Dome Irrigator Railed Shaft Exfoliator of nondescript senses Surfing on the springboard of power outage Coming back to basics

Mark the countdown Check the list The face, the race the way that she moves Excitement for the prospective but Unknown Next to the boredom of safety and security Swap for the boredom of the upgradeable

It all begins with a show Supposed to punch a hole in the sky A verba volant promise to be made Between the greater of two evils Set price, different goals One outcome Release Oxytocin keelhauling for

The battle must have been rough If any god had ever envisioned it so For it was a massacre Slightly worse than being a sacrifice Did she, or he, or to verse it globally Universally Existabeingly IT Had

That overblown, huffed-puffed freak Considers the area between his legs To be more important Than the patience I'm serving out Concerning his utter disregard For customs Basically expressed politeness

Smooth, clean, surrogate White Crystallised and polished Shiny Reflective and disorienting After the initial strain The first log falls Marks the surface With a tarred blemish The smell is unmistakably

Infidelity Spouting from the Mind of the Cosmos A broken, shattered column Display art for the unwavering uninitiated The solipsism of internal rage Gets stifled by long tall drinks The arching back of

A six minute read I'm at this party. It could have been a birthday party, it could have been a regular party or just a normal weekend night out. I'm surrounded by people I don't really know. This chick

A thirteen minute read It's the end of the week again. Days seem to flow past much quicker once past the equinox. Daylight keeps bleeding out cycle by cycle. My truck keeps swallowing up mile by mile at

a 15 minute read She insists that we take her car. I wouldn't mind having my ride with me but I can always send out for it if needed. Driving assist features on modern cars have rendered the driving

The jury sets out To find out What is it all about You and I It's evident that some pathways are lost Never to be rediscovered I would have hoped That you would have stayed here with me Watch me giggle