NO GODS/NO FEAR OF GODS

 

incantation for the refused

 

you will spend your entire life being stained by the filth of strangers

 

all of the wars you're destined to lose, laid end to end

  

frankie b says he understands our pain

 

NEW MINI

the truth is only a blurred photograph of ghosts caught in the act of turning away

 

DON'T BE AFRAID

OF THE TRUTH

you make me laugh

 

even the plague years won't last forever

 

choking on the bones of lesser gods

 

the beginning and the end, in terms you can understand

 

and then nowhere, and then beyond

 

all the cages we build; all the animals we become

 

gotta smile, gotta laugh, gotta pretend to give a shit

 

MAYBE

when everyone is the enemy

 

city of masks

 

what the future tasted like, and why we swallowed it

 

the shame that i felt then

 

[nobody give the answer, don’t let the past die]

 

stick around as long as you want, but the future was never going to be anyone’s friend

NEW WORK AT

SCUD LIT 

like severed hands, folded in prayer

 

who puts these prices on human misery?

BREAKFAST

 

suicide weather

 

wake up one day as dead as anyone's savior

 

[send down the neon priest, send down the junkie doctor, send down the shadow king]

 

AND ALL OF US DRINKING THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES

BUY HERE 

[I thought you promised that we wouldn't be long]

 

it was all pretty funny until we realized that everyone who'd died was someone we'd known

 

ONLY THE BEST

FOR YOU

or all of those days you thought you were living

 

don't get found naked and fucked up on the bathroom floor

 

JUST FOR YOU

zero has no meaning in the here and now

ALL TRUTH,

ALL THE TIME

 

[you think you're settin' free your soul, but you're really gettin' old]

 

there is nothing more holy than believing in the truth

 

poem through a mouthful of ashes

 

and whatever fucks you up when you’re young fucks you up forever

 

WORDS  WORDS  WORDS

if that's what it takes to make the pain go away

MICROPOETRY

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RINKY DINK PRESS 

ASK FOR THE GOOD STUFF

BY NAME

everyone was lost, everyone was almost home

 

politics are for whores, weapons for zealots

 

GET IT HERE

…and the heart a broken bell

 

here come the good times

 

not as easy as it sounds, believing in nothing

 

everyone at some point is the god of starving dogs

GOD DAMN RIGHT

 

once everyone is dead, the war is won

 

song

 

[i got something to say that will hurt you in time]

 

given enough time, everything beautiful is laid to waste

 

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[you've gotta plant them seeds and watch 'em grow]