Clik here to view.
RE: Unwillingly, Unwittingly
Sometimes I feel like I create a molasses pit for me to walk
View ArticleClik here to view.
Hopefully This Isn’t Rectal in Origin
The road to success; for me: a day off, two, three… Time to rest my brain.
View ArticleClik here to view.
Daytime Neurosis OR Can’t I Get a Haircut Without a Chat? Also, I Did Not Get...
Sunny brainy waves and I wish I wasn’t put out: other people I just don’t want to talk to you, or you to me. No thanks.
View ArticleClik here to view.
I Think I Could Do Nothing Forever OR I Have To DO Something
There are things to say places:call, air-conditioned Sit and waste my day(life) I’m afraid I don’t know yet what my my soul would like from me
View ArticleClik here to view.
I Am In the Agitator, I Am the Agitator OR Someone Hang Me Up
No room in my head for wish-washiness, because I’m already full
View ArticleClik here to view.
Guest Submission #12 –“Internal Arguments Are the Best”
by Aaron Butler Please, don’t be cliché. Emotion trumps logic. Shit. I’m smarter than this.
View ArticleClik here to view.
A Good Day Brings Bad Tidings In Brain-spaces OR CyclicalIsCyclicalIsCyclical
Delusion, broken legs and lives and broken heads. Not today? Victory.
View ArticleClik here to view.
Writing Haiku AND Understanding the Sonic Bonus Level That is My Brain
To write haiku is for me to delve to the deep darkness in my brain, and find the truest and most reliable thought and shove it into some sort of semblance of seventeen characters that represent one....
View ArticleClik here to view.
We Are Blank Stares and Walls Full of Past and Present
drawing by Dan DiPiero Expression of mind, flows through pen over paper. Thought is laid with ink. I/We are/am at home with lined paper; blank it beckons. Precise, honest, raw. A first draft or a...
View ArticleClik here to view.
I Can Only Blame Empty Afternoons
Blues, depth and meter Struggle in tension, release Matter over mind
View ArticleClik here to view.
Simile and Metaphor as Non-Rhyming Couplets
“Hate” is shitty art. Shitty art is mouth breathing. Sports are like pie. Pie is cake’s sophisticated sibling. Distant love is salad cravings. Salad cravings is water cravings following whiskey. Metal...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Brain Fruit
It’s blue, often bruised rummaging brings harvest thought sometimes rotten.
View ArticleClik here to view.
San Diego Hearth and Firmly Severs Is
Upon the arrival of a slightly abrupt reflection, I’m lost. It’s the little things as I’m learning the secrets of patience and peace. And then an airplane or a train, motorcycle THRUST back to blue...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Here’s The Thing
Trying to release dread into awareness of real life and my place. Tagged: awareness, Brain, dread, release
View ArticleClik here to view.
Hey, You Suck OR My Brain is Breaking, My Brain is Broking
I’m constantly in a state of dread, coupled with determination. Like I’m fighting the urge to completely give up, constantly shouting, “Hey! You suck, but not as much as you think. Just a little…”...
View ArticleClik here to view.
I Can Only Blame Empty Afternoons
Blues, depth and meter Struggle in tension, release Matter over mind Tagged: Blues, Brain, struggle, tensionrelease
View Article