Replenish

We ran through their minefield mazes
losing appendages in hopes of honesty
we never received

Reeled in like an ironic boot
and then worn in private
like a joke trophy

Why do they cut coke on mirrors?

If I were digging too deep 

you wouldn't follow

We spend the slowest to replenish

foolishly? thinking of a return 

because that's how normal humans behave

They were never human

I know because I cannot kill them

and I tried

Their blood is thin and artificial and ivory

That's why they want ours

That's why they love us to love them

so they can sustain off of pinpricks

That's why they are whores

They are self-centric whores

Sickness riddling catacomb interiors

hollowed out spaces for them to store

with direct silence

but they shout in the subway 

And we tire of longing

we tire of famine

So we should gnaw through metal restraints

and we should find each other

if we even exist anymore

And we do

Of course we do

Because we replenish 

Regardless we replenish

In the midst of replenishment

especially we replenish 

A Snapshot of Hopelessness and Sadness (Maim)

When the only reason you live
is because someone else would cry if you ended it
you become like a grapefruit
bitter

When you haven't done a damn thing wrong
but you are riddled with guilt
you become like a past ache
forgotten
                                                                                                                       |maim|<-4
When you hate the moon
and when you hate the sun
you become existent only for a few hours
before dawn

When someone gives you a key when unlocked
then revokes it when locked
everything else becomes like a shoddy ignition
untrustworthy

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|Wispy innocence

|Oak wafts  from stride

|Airily delicate eyes alive

                                    

                                   |Tattered remembrance of a vagabond 

                                   |His sustenance  in  knowing all  changes

                                   |Still yet moving not knowing where to yell

                                   |Life is a drag outside the gate city of coffers

               |Framework

               |When removed a puddle

               |Simply said key bones

|Receptive grace

|Fruit punch mellower

                                                                                                 |Achilles of kindness

                                                                                                 |Medusa of doubt

                                                                                                 |Harpy of worry

                                                                                       |Empathy

|Fortified stream                                                                                            

               |Will from will

                                  |From parts unknown carrying foreign familiarity

                                  |Tried to melt a smooth wooden brick painted gold

                                  |Faithless from seeing the name of how it was done    

                                  |Hones with and disturbs collective imbalance

               |Entropy subduer                       

                                                              

Some Epic

The embodied blue 
Simply, the   sea
         of fathoms
          of        fish
           schools  in
            in tandems


Blue, in its application
to the  two  other  color
                             primes
                              creates
                               purple
                                & green


A       driven-eerie      concoction


Myriadically mystifying cognition
                                    on left &     - 
                                       right


Mad mazers making mazes;
                         a 'mazing'                                     -
                       location;
a 'mazery' ~
                       
                                                    -
                -                                    

This poem is a piece of shit

in fact, it doesnt even exist anymore

Whim

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Ebony accents hailed, down onto blank plane
Addressed to the none, in seizing umbra

Hexagons piling excitedly, on shape collection day,
Gnolls of the shape kingdom, liars
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Tether to twisted or toyed no mischief
This hazelnut coffee creamer is this, where I
Drink it as it is

Sleuthing own ebbs of construction
For the links to satisfy cravings fiendish
Desiring objectivity
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Desiring objectivity
Yellow = care?
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The Whispers and Grapes River

Whispers of hers refreshing;
`.` .`  .`   .`    .`     .`      .`       .`   |              
~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~A tenacious deterrent                  
  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~of aspiration misguidance.                  
.`       .`      .`     .`    .`   .`  .` .` |                                      
             Soothing but uncertain; Warm water to a wound      
                            `-  - , \
                                 /` ,/
                                 |   |
                           This;    my  ebb
                            until    shaken
                             from   labyrinth,
                                     \  \
                              sitting    on concrete ledge
                              of mini     garden plateau in this plaza,
                                        |    |  
                         by a slight     pang alarming dullness.
                         I  thought      to satiate it with food
                         looking in      Ziploc bag I find that
                         I have         /
                                   |        \
                                         |Grapes|
                         and I have|     ~        ~~~~~~ I put them away and smoke a cigarette.
                                         |Grapes|


Shouting leers only my left hemisphere can hear.


Waning grip teeters over omnicolored cackles
of wishful wisps' fireworks pinging the ceiling

of my central emanation repository; my -

                                  A natural thieve needn't attempt their best
                                   to pick the lock on the captain's treasure -

What Kind of Writing is This? Poetry?

Don't you get it? I'm a Fish. By luck, I can back it up by saying I am a Pisces and that my Mayan sign is water.


Relate-able memory triggering word. Emotion triggering word. By luck, corresponding event yielding matching memory and emotion.


Proclamation that I knew the outcome. Because I wrote the formula. By luck, appearing as if I wrote the formula.

14O1

you
imprinted upon me
myriads
for meanings shift from one to three

the first seed I had eaten
reflectively red
made a cement base
you've dried it to stone liquid
cascades calling, soaring in fours
you

contort the next knives
surgeon precision unaware
accidentally hijacking trees
bluntly breaking branches brown
to make sticks

we ate seven times the backmask

peruse it yourself as zookeeper
and animals are paying you
with foreign animal currency
in their foreign animal world
tigers screaming at you to give change for a nine
and the respite is found in an AWP sniper rifle
containing ten bullets
it's ludicrous

when it was just your absence
creating a colorless place
a place i have to repaint
with your... tangerine whip