dragon loose upon the karaoke bar

a lover's kiss be the stamp
send it via hawk
send it via spock
scotty beam it
between the eyes
dionysus spies
lurking in the cirrus and the nimbus
in the ribbons in his kite
shiny quarter for the mints
one milkshake and two straws
probably cause
his sled pulled by dogs
to her face
while mine needs gauze
they yell timber
castle crushed
cosmic jellyfish calling her bluff
ref sees stars
kid's had enough
ruff and tumble
windows barred
is it worth collecting scars

russian roulette

sometimes questions force themselves into awkward encounters
like medieval bulgarian battering rams
and like battering rams,
access is gained into a space
which is otherwise intently protected
...and stonewalled

some ancients and eastern customs
withhold the practice of posing questions
because of the belief that
questions are the unholy offspring
of greed, impatience,
or refusal to listen

maybe questions are conducive to these beliefs

there is too much pepper on my paprikash

holy shit man people are getting married! i know these people!
thats like unexpectedly hitting a checkpoint, which makes you think dang,
i've distilled for some time now, and the riping process is constant...

"never run away from the time police!!
you will not survive"!!!!! --->you gotta sing that real baroque

so that shoved me onto this rollercoaster during my meditation
and i was listening to the strokes
and plucking the guitar
made of glass
made me fantasize
via delorean
at the bar i'm playing a set
and that superb song
with the screams
make your face scrunch ambitiously
so my old rhetoric professor enters
and i dedicated it her into the mic
"professor H this song i built for you
just in case you walked in"
and everyone boos, madness
at that gorgonzola shit
and every lick thereafter
strung along a joke
half truth half ostrich in the dirt sing speak
"professor H, my secret's terminated
linda hamilton
golden lady
i'd like to go theeeeerrre"
then i chase my professor
out the bar but she drops a piece of paper
and i call her back
but she says keep it
and we are to go dancing at this spot
and on the linoleum
we may cripwalk or
go skanking
but instead i do the pop, pop, poppin'
and her robot is convincing
i get a C on the midterm

this is my shadow, sylvester...how do you do

if intercepting correspondence unintended for my eyes is evil,
then you may summon me as Dick, Bush, or the immensely underrated
Hu Jintao...

...the following authors are recipients of an extended welcome
to my club called friend

amber

the sun is an unceasing artist. values are exposed with a shout or otherwise gently adorned. why then does the spectrum divide? how are colors essential to the existence of a pine cone or lavender? it is widely understood that wavelength vs. light energy that is imposed upon human photoreceptor cells, place upon our perceptions a color. wonderful! however, how have i been so careless as to mystify my relationship with them? it is because i have allowed my conditioning and socialization to take reign on commonwealth metaphors. it is trying to renounce such Babylonian associative behavior but to do so may present a bond of mighty fidelity. perhaps in the quest for such unraveling one may begin deep admiration of quiet and wondrous ecosystems and it's inhabitants....the lily and the ladybug. perhaps one may find a new understanding of colors and that basic symbolism is an impossibility with each one. i surmise that division of colors will only lead to false answers or lack thereof. then we may presume that the idea of synergy and unity pay great respect to the true magic of colors and its glow may be witnessed in sublime undulations for those who behold with sincere curiosity.

leave the dust on the record

Styles are getting worse.
The older styles exude an unspoken class.
Out with the new, in with the old.

opposing forces are drawn together by equal behavior and circumstance

he fights everything head on and at full speed. oh how they grow so quickly. where may one find the reverse switch?

welcome sir dudley the titan from jupiter

I have acquired a new member into my clan. He is Sir Dudley of Jupiter. He is 6 weeks strong. He fashions a reverse tuxedo. He is a skilled hunter and possesses the strength of a goliath. He does not sleep, but waits for the next encounter. He is currently leveling up his fighting techniques and will soon champion the rank of general. I love him already.

cadbury misfire

how bout that dream machine,
and the rain gently laying its cheek
upon the sun's lap

or the mother pushing her kids in the shopping cart
pulling back and pushing forth on the speed bumps,
taking turns laughing

him over there on the wheelchair
racing down the parking lot
growling up a speed limit

and a hunchback from taipei
with a crossed wrist following him
while the world is played again

and ashy knees under overalls,
velcro or bunny rabbit
with a sugar stain just left of the lip

nano-pathogens

on creative passes:

capitalism is cunning.
it is the wiser and it is always twisting its mustache, hatching a plan.
it is a redneck coaxing the rabbit out of its hole
awaiting at the entrance with cruel intentions.
capitalism is a teenage harlot
that wants to fuck you tonight
and sneak out with your wallet while you're asleep dreaming about her.
it is persistent,
and will intimidate your ambition.
it will strike upon you as the sun upon a rooster atop a bluff,
drowning the dark with effulgent fiction
capitalism is the bell before a vaudeville boxing match,
and the dames segueing the next round.
capitalism is a parasite domesticating itself
in your portfolio like a kitschy ornament,
adapting, learning, and acting a chameleon.

（ ´_ゝ`)__Duck and cover ~~~