The other night
A woman was shot
A few miles
Away from my home
She isn’t dead
But she’s in
Critical condition
I think that
I should feel
Empathetic
And compassionate
But I don’t
I think I should
At the very least
Feel scared
Or concerned
Or cautious
But for the most part
It hasn’t affected me
Very much at all
Violence plays cricket
In the court of whores
As my mouth chews a hole
In the fabric of time
The dissonant boys
Break their legs
And the unichs
Seize the moment
With Iron limbs
Castrating purity
In one brief gesture
A signal to the rest
That the time is now
The men in black
Shake a fist
As the women in white
Drink menstrual fluid
Given to them by the god
Of the lambs
………….
I’m alone here
With you
We talk and talk
But I’m alone
Nothing of worth
Is being said
We just talk
Bullshit
We just talk
Platitudes
I want something
Deeper,
Something bigger
I know you have it
Lurking in
Your brain
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be shy
Let it out
Let the monster
Play for awhile
I know it’s there
It has to be
This can’t be
All that you are
No depth
No thought
No emotion
Save for the
Superficial
I know that
There is more
There has to be
Isn’t there?
Muttered voices
Pounding drums
Painful screams
These are the sounds
Echoing through
My mind at 5 AM
On a Thursday morning
The sun will rise soon
And I will lay down
But even then
The drums will
Still pound
The screams
Will still scream
And the voices
Will still remain
With or without me
I just noticed that an interview I did with the fetish model Jax was mentioned on blueblood.net. Check it out.
Also, I’ve been experimenting with tags and trying to find new people to link to and generally fucking with the site. So if I fuck anything up be patient, I will fix it. I’ll add a new poem and maybe some other shit later tonight.
Another exerpt from Time is a bastard:
False Truths
She’s wearing leather
And stiff high heels,
Bitching about everything
That I have ever done wrong
She takes another drag
From her cigarette
And looks at me like an insect
It’s been like this for months
It’s always like this
I say the wrong thing
And the world turns to shit
Whenever it happens
I tell myself that this is it
That I’m not putting up with her
One second longer
I say I’m going to fucking leave
But with everything else I say
It never happens and never will
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The dripping sound
Of an empty head
Floating beneath the lights
Catches me off guard
I scratch my eyes
And lick the wound
The puss is healing slowly
And my ears have yet
To stop twitching
But the day is
Bright and sunny
And I know everything
Will be fine.
………….
Here’s some fresh spew from my head. Most of my newest poems don’t have titles and they tend to be pretty short. I’ve been getting a bit more personal and solipsistic with my newer stuff:
I see you walk past me
and that stupid part of me
wants to try and talk to you
but experience has taught me
that it is pointless:
No matter how much
I want to think that this time
will be different
the wall will still be there
and the disappointment
is imminent
I’d rather avoid it all together
Than be let down yet again
………..
I wanted to break your nose
When you were talking about
How stupid I was
But instead I laughed
And shrugged it off
Does this make me strong
Or does it make me weak?
I’m not sure.
…………
There is a fucking war going on
but all you people care about
is whether or not this celebrity
is fucking another celebrity
………..
Okay, so I decided to start posting various poems on this thing, both new ones and ones from the book. I’ll start it off with one of my faves from Time is a bastard, Day by day:
Day by day.
I woke up one day
Feeling refreshed
The sun was shining,
Birds were singing
My penis was erect
And my wife was beautiful
I had a nice car
And a barking dog
I had three great kids
With sparkling teeth
And a housemaid who
Looked great in her uniform
But when I woke up
The next day
The world was shit
Just like it had been
The day before last
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Welcome to the new and improved skullvomit.com! As you can see I totally re-created the site, and I’m planning on making updates much more frequent this time around, but we both know that that’s probably going to fall through, me being the indolent slacker I am.
Much thanks goes out to Distorria for helping me set this thing up.
Anyway, look around, and I hope you dig what you find.
Oh yeah, by the way, CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, TIME IS A BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah. sorry. I had to.
