You’re so different now.
You’ve changed so much!

What a shame to never know what that’s like.

Take an early morning
after the acid rain has settled in your skin


and you haven’t slept
since Tuesday.

Remember the bumps
and bruises

and laugh at the dried wine
you thought was blood

Gnats
Knives
Whore
Knock
Damn

Is it possible that meat/dairy farmers would be thankful for more people becoming vegans? Think of all the farmers who have had to adjust to the means of mass production. Though some may be fine with the process, others feel obligated to keep up just to stay in business. Thoughts?

My mother is the most interesting character in my life.
The most extravagant case
of a beautiful disaster.

Heavier on the latter

Lactose Intolerant

If you spill milk
you should never cry


Watch it spread
into the creases
of the wood
you were beat
with

Watch a kitten
with the same curiosity


lap up the puddle
of virgin bliss
feeling revived
as opposed to
you

PMS 1935

I traveled McCarthy’s road,
and I passed that father and son
in my rusty
Radioflyer.

They choked on ashes, and
I had it good.

atonguewithbutsixwords:

Prompt: “I’m 100% sure she’s just pretending to like me for attention. Advice, Six?”

Don’t focus
on her
faux kiss.

Homophoetry

I just have to get something off my chest

*unhooks bra*

Okay.

Swallowing the glass
with a hard, steady heartbeat.
Static eyes on you.

How to Put a Strawberry in a Blueberry

Put your underage friend
in the passenger seat.
Let her drink.
Let her drink.

She laughs, blows smoke
and lets her freckled skin lean
against the door of your 
baby blue Volvo.

A beautiful time,
and on the way home,
her stomach winds with the road.

You hit a rabbit,
and she laughs,
and she chokes.

And before you can stop,
she’s painted a new definition
of strawberry fields
forever
on your

floorboard.



Fifty Cents an Ounce

Hello! Hello!
To all the tired travelers
that made it across the
the Big Four Bridge
to bitch
because
you thought
we served
ice cream.

Welcome!
To you,
yes you,
who turned
the sprinkles knob
and released
a flood
of aesthetic tubes
to color
the counter

Hi there!
To all of you
fuckers
eating 
and
licking
before

you
    weigh
            and
                 pay

It takes tequila and salt to burn a metaphorical wound you’d “rather not talk about.” And you don’t have to say anything because you think the smoke talks. It says it all. Play it safe with creased lips, and live in a void where you’re nothing vivid, but comfortably numb in the peripheral.

Kudos.

A Pollock Impression

Fingernails
and cigarette butts
in blood

Flowers
to make it seem
careful

Four weeks
of quiet, summer
heat

All slathered
and secured

on a white square

hookersorcake:

Your mind is beautifulin this wild pulsing momentEating cookie crisplooking at porn.
I don’t care what the pastor the future saysall the devils and gods can’t save you now.
Lets partylike you’re an immortal beinglost in the sweet incarnate flesh
slowly explodingrolling through negative spaceyawning in boredom shuddering in bliss
Nothing ever changesNothing ever stays the sameLife is a death sentence
(Really asshole?! “Life is a death sentence?!” Are you trying to write poetry or a shitty country song? “It’s all the same thing…” yeah yeah, you zen prick.)Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, life is a death sentence.
so make shitty artmake terrible lovebe a fucking failurea total disgrace
winning is a shambecause you have nothingto lose, cept your sweet lil mind
and OMG baby take it all offshed your pretensesget nude and shake your meatlike a nodding twerking prayer
pull your arrogance downand be here with me, in all of thisdrunk sound thump bump bumpingin the trunk junk drawer
of this wonderful terrible somethingless-ness yes

hookersorcake:

Your mind is beautiful
in this wild pulsing moment
Eating cookie crisp
looking at porn.

I don’t care what the past
or the future says
all the devils and gods
can’t save you now.

Lets party
like you’re an immortal being
lost in the sweet
incarnate flesh

slowly exploding
rolling through negative space
yawning in boredom
shuddering in bliss

Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever stays the same
Life is a death sentence

(Really asshole?! “Life is a death sentence?!” Are you trying to write poetry or a shitty country song? “It’s all the same thing…” yeah yeah, you zen prick.)
Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, life is a death sentence.

so make shitty art
make terrible love
be a fucking failure
a total disgrace

winning is a sham
because you have nothing
to lose,
cept your sweet lil mind

and OMG baby take it all off
shed your pretenses
get nude and shake your meat
like a nodding twerking prayer

pull your arrogance down
and be here with me, in all of this
drunk sound thump bump bumping
in the trunk junk drawer

of this wonderful terrible
somethingless-ness yes