Colorless Green Ideas

I remember doing bong hits on the hill overlooking the factory behind the golf course or maybe it was acid Maybe nothing at all. I was sixteen. It was a quiet night The stars were out The running lights of the machines lit the sky sodium arc lamp and washed the hillside with an offshade orange Everything looked perfect from far away Industry, and the night shift helped everyone to get where they were going within a socio-technical system of poetry Helped along. By Google and Wikipedia. Unborn. I guess I was wondering what it was like to work Being that I was stoned. I wondered if it was better than what I was doing above the loam I guess now I can imagine Jennifer Government Barcode beneath her eye Mine. Do Not Revive. Across the Heart. For How much could I sell my entire life? How much you did you get for yours? I made it home Cutting Donuts across the Putting Green In a beat up car Through seven shades of teenage gray And the sodiu

It suppresses appetite acting as a mild stimulant The smoke rises in curls and helps me to ask. Where is my mind? But mostly. As Woody Allen said. Because I look so incredibly cool. Let's get off our white asses. Or whatever color you ride. Let's do something worth doing.

He answers for her. He takes her calls. He decides what she will do. What she will say. Where she will go on vacation. She is the father of his child. He takes a photograph of them all. He puts it on his social media. This is who he believes. He is. She keeps her back against the wall. One day. Before her. He will stop and wonder. Maybe. His child will have grown old. Maybe. He didn't notice. Until it was too late. The day he realized; his children no longer want to go to Disney World. Maybe he will come up with a cheap substitute. Senses working overtime. But all too late. He will get old. His cock probably will not work. Someone will try to sell him a pill. He won't buy it. And slowly, dumbfounded. He will walk toward the woods. Not the desert. And he will face the beast with so many arms. That he avoided for so many years It will find him . He will name it Mr. Dark. Because. He will feel its hot breath and burning eyes It w

The Drums of War are beating low The Giants Lumber across the battlefield set your traps Witches cast their dark spell summoning with black magic the undead Black men just broken out of prison (they've still got their handcuffs on) riding wild hogs Archers, Lads. Will come to breach our walls Knock out our security cameras Take our Gold. Smack up our Elixir. Open the Castle. And send in the Dragon. And when they cross the rubicon. It will be death they find. Enemy, mine.

I am Temporal Converging on this space Then dissipating. My Heart Drives me onward You are Place. Fragile. I press myself to your chest Your tiny heart Beating like the wings of a bird Lower. You taste like a peach And I hear the Mermaids sing each to each And Now We Are Free And all I see Is something I want. to Kill. I catch The unnumbered sparks that fly upward And hold them in my hand like fireflies Until their light fades and their bodies still. Their souls like the wings of a bird escape this world Moving upward And Chaos And Erebus Into the dark winged night I say goodbye. to Father. I say goodbye. to home. I say goodbye. To loveless hope. And hopeless love. I hold onto you still. In my dreams. Fleeting. Haunted For you are Living through me. Like an avenging angel that turns itself into a sun You whisper light and warm The unending cold of space which calls me And then falls away into a circle

I didn't mean to hurt You I didn't mean to harm Anyone I only wanted to stop Thought Cogito Ergo Avatar. Live through your eyes Feel through your skin Taste with your mouth Touch with your hand Bite with your fangs A dark form sits beside me now The dude abides The sound of the short shallow breath of prey. Dialing. 911.