[PancakeBrah]

Aspersions for a verse? Fine, for vemin, swine. But I’ve human vision
So serpentine. I guess I’m some cartoonish version. A new edition.
Resume your assumed positions for one Hubner Zygman?
No. You can still feel your feels under my supervision.

my grandfather was a drinker of whiskey.
a greater man, I didn’t know. to the brink so briskly,
an edge was a cliff. another smidgen to skip.
with a kip in his step. a toothy smile and history to forget
simply ‘the best’. I live a life as an homage
with no cause. a false symmetry for regret.
I write to find a feel. in a drunken state or sober
truncated. I write of summer days of old or
the sunken state I’ve molded. The thunderous
stage I’m holed up in. no such thing to represent.

"He was a drunk."

I write characters for text. so many marionettes.
periphery. picking from the carrion’s flesh
“how do you”s? I just stare at the rest
of the people around. carrying on, bare as my chest.
add in my wary unrest and you’ve got a classic
aowlsvian set. worded so caustic, maudlin act it’s…
so easy.

"You have no friends"

I want to find Mr. Google and strangle his neck.
at an acute angle, his flesh. Create a tangible mess.




I didn’t ask Google. I asked you.
Shut the fuck up and lookup from your screen.
Look at me. Even if it’s askew.
I feel you’d shudder, adjusting from things.
No, you can’t phone a search string.
Tell me your fucking thoughts,
because facts are such stubborn things.