my cult, cigar butt

im not the largest
im not the hardest
im not the sergeant
im not the darkest
im not the sharpest
im not the harshest
im not the smartest
im not the modest
im not dishonest
god must
harvest
her just
farthest
i might be
retarded
just a little
star dust
large bust
promised
charlotte had titty enlargement
her garment
was carpet
scarlet
was the hottest
art must
retardant
heart must
stop just
oddest remembered fondest
part must
argot
cause must
starburst
chalk dust
bizarre but
hard dirt
rock dust
arm hurt
car jacked
my cult
cigar butt




mind lost i aye,

i have time and love timeless love timid soul with a fractured mind
fixed the body to fix the mind i’d like some wine
dine with people i adore and play in the sun
slithering snake meets flames
what’d you expect?
what anticipations you sympathized with the broken cello in the orchestra,
boots strapped ‘Dominika’ with your fellow fellows
across the street somebody yell ‘Oh’
my mind finds its way home the way i lose myself
with no effort
mind’s gone i’m here
bygones are by law required to feel
everything i do is fucking same fuck how you feel
great dane is a danish king fuck the way you sing this is how i feel




i’m not the largest

old ways of the past parted ways with me

it’s what i prayed for though it’s scary

hunter creeping on a prey

prey hunts over there

old ways of the past are dissolving

and i no longer am a victim

charged up recharger taking all the charges

though i’m not the largest




im going to fuck you till it all makes sense

im going to fuck you till it all makes sense

im going to fuck you till it all makses sense

put the cattle down go out for a night

set aside the fight, step into the light

leave senseless in our senses sensitive sensibility

let’s fuck until we fuck god

so what im saying to you is

fuck you and

im going to fuck you till it all makes sense

BUT PLEASE DON’T LET THE FUCK WORD ALARM YOU




im an addict.

im addicted to fucking

im addicted to fire

im too hot your water sizzle

aokay you. know what

i will be mroe selective with who i speak to from now on

just stay hota sfuck and fuck all of yall




i got a question that hasn’t formed yet

pardon my ineptitude, got my coffee by my side

or should I stick to what I do the best

stick it to the god test the ultimate tester by seeing how much of it he can take

with that good shit that got you born but nah they are not reliable

fuck god

i don’t wanna talk about nor think about god

i fuck god

THAT’S MY BITCH

not in a derogatory way

if i fuck god and god fucks me

who fucked who

why is it all about fuckinggggggggg

fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking

it’s all about fuckingggg

and this is a shitty ass fuck poem




leap of faith and the remember me button on the password entry shit

yes, do remember me

i want to be remembered

i am a fool

i jump

if my faith introduces me to death we will share a laugh with it

YOU ARE A FOOL HAHAHAHAHA

I KNOW I KNOW I DIED HAHAHAHA

you are so stupid why did you even jump

i wanted to see you

now i am going back to life.

goodbye.




shitty task

we came for those that’ll come after us

when the lightning strikes

tasked strides

to take what’s recorded to what’s plight

what is not yet lurking in the air

beneath the soil

what is using our bodies to explore 

what will come when the time come

and i

their most effective tasker tasked with a shitty task




i’ve been throwing up

eyes wide shut

door shut down

i am about to puke

i’ve been throwing up

throwing up this sign that i know




my face tells the tale of mazes

my face tells the tale of mazes
phases caught in gazes
praise the one who razes
what was never stable

flip it rip it my favorite word
i’m too big for this world i think i’m about to hurl
killing time while time’s been killing
what the fuck is this feeling

spilling guts on the pavement
you’re enslaved to the statement

i made before i knew what making meant
rent due on a life i never signed the lease for
peace? more like pieces scattered
mattered once before the shattering
gathering what’s left just makes the pile look sadder