poem: I’m as shocked, keeping it

I’m as shocked, keeping it
together isn’t ever well it’s really just a welling-up
of tears and tears, rhymes with pears,
rips and ragged riches, here

poem: pressure piling, my own worst choices,

pressure piling, my own worst choices,
(fucked and flouted —
no PG-13 on this one)
trying my best, well that’s for the birds
who’s got the juices
with all of these drugs?

poem: hiding, hiding, worst of course,

hiding, hiding, worst of course,
off course, too; the trail is hidden
late-night rambles, drugged and nodding
friends of friends, all come too soon

poem: flecks of fecund reflection

flecks of fecund reflection
coroneal pays to play
there’s a burning bubbling pit of acid
working in my stomach
you do you
is what I always say

poem: a critical rollover

a critical rollover
people ask questions
about the most primitive
hiding (I do)
so bitch of it for the folks
scrolling on by;
as hours — they scroll on by
too

poem: seeking something to sink into

seeking something to sink into
heaving heavy every day
blacking out and blinking into
morning’s late, gold sway

poem: any project don’t need doing

any project don’t need doing
think ’em up in spots
of idle chatter, static, shattered
sulcus, gyri jammed with goop, my eyes so red & tired