Psychiatrist taps patient on head and says: 'Have you tried turning it off and turning it on again.'

Therapize me
Socialize me
Sanitize me
Prophesize me
And I will be there
To create some sort of design
For her meaningless expressions
And I will be there
To manifest silent animus
Towards her flagrant love

Categorize me
Emphasize me
Prioritize me
Memorize me
And I will be there
To problematize your remembering
And dance in the face of fervent divas
And I will be there
To sulk in the moonlit kisses of your embraces
And re-emphasize your star-dazzled smile
And I will be there
To miss you in dense forests
And break up into pieces at the edges of the galaxy

 

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easy

 

Take it easy man
No need for crippling shenanigans
No need to shake your bits at women in hats
Or post a picture of your ass to the queen
No need to ramble incoherently in alleyways
Or fulminate at the news
Take it easy man
There has to be an answer to these frenzied puzzle pieces
There has to be a rational reason for the madness
There has to be purpose in fractal craziness
There has to be something meaningful lurking under the beer mats
Or it would be nice if there was something meaningful
Take it easy man
I suspect there is nothing but acres of no purpose
And piles of inconsequential rambling
If you look deeply into the house of mirrors that we call life
And stroke yourself sufficiently
You will realize that your existence is a fart in the breeze

 

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Precarious
Life is precarious
I may start to lose focus
Start worrying about worrying
Catastrophizing and creeping towards insanity
Isn’t it important just to let anxiety go?
Watch paranoia pass into nothing
And be in the present
Not fearing the future
Or ruminating in the past
But applying conscious thought to each action
To get it together

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Feeling slippery ponderous
Fever soaked and paranoid
Not anticipating any anxiety or downward momentum
Deep down to the point of side ways
But aching for synchrony with some being in the stars
Not losing sleep over it
Not persisting for long
Not bursting with intolerance
Sometimes the thought emerges
Like a toad from a pond
And I am overwhelmed
At the thought of all those aliens watching me
Watching them

Fried

Posted: August 8, 2017 in poetry
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fried

 

I want to get fried under radiant skies

Toasted like heated bread

Stoned like a rock

Folded like a sock

Smashed like a broken bottle

Trashed like Shane MacGowan

I want to be high like a cloud

Weird like an anarchistic alien

Bent like a coat-hanger

Blasted like a rocket into space

Wasted like a wastrel

Till all pain is gone

And all anxiety vanquished

amplitude

Such depth of amplitude

Pelican frequencies modulating

Width of surprise wide in your eyes when you’re fried

Take it backwards through the moonlight within eddies of your mind

Take it roughly, take it slowly,

Crap it out of your behind

Then disappear into indolence

Or wish to be enveloped

By suicide succubus love

Drag me down

Aching with sorrow

Aiming to crystallize

Imaginary fear

Into attention

And compassion

But failing

Flagrantly

 

mote

When the wax hits the orifice
When dust motes implode
When dead eyes are open
Like the door to hell
When innocence phosphoresces
When the fist hits the socket
When meat dances before you
When the porpoise moon radiates
When corruption coruscates

You will be confused
You will surely lose
When light refracts
Brains contract
Wearing silly hats
And there is no point no reason no logic
To the immensity of the rampaging insanity
In this hooligan mirror trick
Of laughing spectres
Where we feed on each other

 

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I remember you skin on skin
That time when I took you from behind
And you said ‘fuck harder’
But now you’re gone
Moved on
And I am alone
And soaked in memories
From the wank bank
I am still eternally grateful
To you
For my most successful relationship
Which wasn’t really that successful
As I was taking too many drugs
And running amuck

Delusions

Posted: July 8, 2017 in poetry
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Take my delusions
Draw your eyes black
Sentient profusion
Addled with smack
Manifesting confusion
Having a crack
Keep me exposed
Squaring the end
Nobody knows
You are my friend
All the world glows
Now on the mend

moonbeam

Shine me a moon beam
Paint me a galaxy
Rend me a portion
Beat me a funky improvisation
Dance me a dinosaur bone
Frenzy me a psychotic break
Rumble me a raucous riot
Preach me a madrigal
Sing me a symphony
Smash me a statue
Crinkle me a carpet
Fondle me a fondue
Confess me a soliloquy
You’re starting to bother me
Get out of my head