Critters are cute, yo!

Check them out! Critters!
Alongside the road, climbing buildings, stowing away on planes, ships, bicycles, wherever, whenever.
Critters bring the cute. By the bucket load.
They have hair!
They generally have eyes!
They are precious gems, just about.
Can you believe the Critters?
I know what they are not without.
They are not without cute.
They are cute.
They are Critters.
It's the equivalent of 1+1=2.
Like, duh.
Thank you, Critters.
Thank you for yous.

Poetry Blogs Make People Do A "Thumbs Up" Gesture

Send your friends/loved ones a link to a poetry blog ~
You know what will happen to them?
They will take their hands and
contract all of their fingers,
while extending their thumbs up, towards the sky.
Only upon completing this act might they consider how their approving gesture may not fall upon anyone's gaze,
as they are more than likely behind a computer or a phone ( during a commute )
and not interacting with fleshKind.
But that will not matter!
They will keep the thumbs pointed up
towards the majesty of the heavens,
without hesitating.
That's the kind of thing poetry blogs do to people.

Aliens are our friends

They smile and bring peace.
They are free from disease.
They have plenty.
They bring gifts.

Aliens are our friends.

They possess knowledge.
They want us to have it.
They are not assholes.
They say the funniest things.

Aliens are our friends.

They come from a beautiful place.
The pictures they have prove it.
They speak perfect English.
They speak perfect whatever-the-fuck-else you might speak.

Aliens are our friends.

They have landed.
They have changed us.
Remember before them?
They're totally famous.

Aliens are our friends.

Where the priests have no name

I want a gun
I want a ride
I want to eat waterfalls
then drench what is dry
I want a beach house
with a not-clogged-up drain
Where the priests have no name
Ha...Ha...Ha.....

I want to deal
with this old storage space
I see Houdini reappear
and talk about race
I want Helter Skelter to play again and again
Yeah
Where the priests have no name
Ho..Ha..

Where the priests have no name
Where the priests have no name
Still stubbing then rubbing our toes
after stubbing our toes
and when I know shit
I learn it from you
Its all 26 times that I chew

Where the priests have no name!

Run Gently

Passed-on turbocharging light sticks
Please put yours down
It is tops

You breeze me
So hard

I found a cloud for lying in
It is soft

You caressed my heart
with yours

Oh, heartbreak, you're tired
Just be real
Just be real

Just run gently.

When we stopped caring

Skin color? What the fuck ever.
Age? FUCK YOU FOR CARING!
Religion? I hope you are kidding. Like I could find a bone in my body that mustered a fuck.
Closure? Waaaaaay overestimated. Fuck.
Gender? Fuck.
Property? Why do you have to be such a greedy fuck again?
Death? What do you want us to fucking do about it?
Caring? What the fuck are you talking about?

Anotherspectacularrevelation

How great is the blood when it's not spewing all over stuff?
When it's pushing through the vessels, mellow-yellow, business-as-usual?
Just beautiful.
Get that oxygen in you.
Your blood is ALL about it.

Love,
Mom

Monkeys in the Lotto Line

PLACARDS STREWN ACROSS SHOULDERS
FLIES BEGGIN "LET US DOWN"
THE LOWER BACK, FULLY ACHIN NOW
DOWN BY TREMENDOUS ATTACK TOWN
LOST BOUNTIES RECLAIMED BY
CRACKED CHILDREN OF PRIESTS
THE CHORUS SINGS FULL NOW
would you please stop screaming?
NO CHANCE NO WAY BLUE MOUNTAINS PUT OUT
TO SUNBURSTS BORN OF HOPEFULS
MOTHER FUCKERS, LOOK OUT
THE PADDLE AINT CLICKING
THE DOOR LEAD TO SIN
ALL MASKS, MADE FOR HIDING
who let this one in?

Complete Chops

SLINGERSSSSSSSS
Look at that one
ON
Pardon them
They ARE specially crafted
What a blessing
We can get off our knees
All is good to go
Flood gates have tolls now
you'd oughta let it be known

Super Bammy

Super Bammy
Magical Friend
Jump on my River
Swim in my Chin
Super Bammy
Close the Kitchen
It's delicious in there
And teeming with Kin
Super Bammy
Collaborator - Un
Please pick a Corner
Get your sit On
Super Bammy
Friend of a Friend
What once was on flip-Sided
It's now just Win-Win.

Paper Bag

Paper bags, fill them up.
They look like skin, beachside, undernourished.
Tomatoes, stick them in.
Caramel, stick some in.
Holy writings, stick them in.
Fill that bag up.
With the good
and the bad.
Looks like the best damn bag
we've ever had.