MY OVERTHUNK THINKS

 I would rather overthink

Than be found

On the nutshots Instagram account.

 

Mangled members,

Jellied jewels,

Sperm cities

 

Decimated.

 

Strange modern shrines

 

Dedicated

 

To always doing,

Logic eschewing:

 

In these,

The hero is the one

Who lets go

Thinks nothing,

And trusts her Body,

Tradition,

Soul,

Or Something

 

But I’ve stumbled so often

I’ve thought so much wronger

And would never have known

Unless I thought a little longer

 

So please let me keep

My little overthunk thinks

Lest I end up stuck and unaware

Ignorant and out of sync

Castrated

 

Bouncing between false gods

Wrong and unwitting

 

Underthought

Is so unforgiving.

Syggrefaes blockifolium

The cursor blinks

My heart sinks

Remind myself I’m prolific

That if anyone can untangle

Prisoners from this thicket

 

it is me

 

Indifferent thorns hold tight

To my ideas, in plain sight

Hopelessly wrapped around loathsome stems

Sitting there stranded

Lost, confused, condemned

 

Reach in to grab

Harvest a thousand little stabs

Arms yank back, bleeding

Unable to retrieve

Inspiration I’m badly needing

 

But really, they are just trash

Remnants from projects past

Tape from the editing floor

Revisited and rummaged lazily

To squeeze out a drop more

 

undeservedly

 

Musings I didn’t feed

Sickly, blown out on a bone-dry breeze

In desperation late at night

Guided by feeble headlamp light

 I visit this shitty little garden

This graveyard

A necromancer

Confusing reanimation for new life

 

I hate this stupid place

Festooned with my morbid waste

 

Syggrefaes blockifolium

I want to smoke one down and flick it

Set you ablaze

And all those goddamn teases

That rat’s nest of dead ideas

Along with you

HOW ROMANTIC

 

A room full of morons circling in

Tensions thick, morals thin

Pretend to care, fake your feelings

The definition of unappealing

Beefcakes salivate as the bottle spins

 

Looking for something that is not love

Money, fame, all the above

Like young’uns in a bar nearing its closing

All this narcissistic posing

When they should just give up,

go home and rest

 

From this stock, you must pick one

So, make sure to taste all their tongues

Fill up all them hard drives full!!

Of small talk and useless bull

Is a scripted date any fun?

Can a one-night stand be written in?

Does that even count as one?

 

It must be hard to run a race

With a blinking camera jammed in your face

How much worse to find a best friend

To be your person ‘til the end

Someone to share a vulnerable embrace

An apartment, a gas bill, a car

A home, a child, mortal fears

Year

after year

after year

after year

 

Hell, I can barely share my words

With this here supportive, loving herd

The way I feel about romantic love

Picking another and mixing your blood

Watching it spring to life, twice, absurd

Decide to quit before a third

The other two, running around

Wreaking havoc, those lovely creatures

They are the impossible,

They do the impossible:

They somehow make me love her more

 

I despair for those whose worlds are shaped

By a life performed for crowds on tape

Unable to slam the door

On the masses screaming and demanding more

It’s hard enough to find

And keep a person

Without all that goddamn noise

 

But is “Romantic poetry” just the same?

Romantic only in its name

How could one sum up the love they’ve found?

Whilst giving shits about how it rhymes, looks, or sounds?

Not from the heart, but from a fist

Wielded by the zombies growling “play the hits!”

Dishonesty was always a fair trade for fame

And in this way trash tv

And romantic poetry

Are exactly the same

 

So maybe I’ll save my sympathy

For those not engaged in misogyny

They had a choice, they made their bed

Abandoned love and chose stardom instead

Playing out a boring mockery

Of the species of relationship that means

The very most to me

 

Make Like a Salmon

Food doesn’t matter

Ticking death bomb

Individuals falling apart

To keep the species together

Baby boomers could learn

From salmon

Will they be legislating

From death beds?

Machines whirring their ugly songs

Pumping them full

Of expensive whatever

Just to keep the dimming lights on

And the hand signing away our future

Five more miserable minutes alive

At any price

At any cost

If this is how individuals survive

The species’ future is hopelessly lost

Mech Warrior

The main objective has been completed

Copied my code for when I’m deleted

Got all these tricks that we’ve accreted

Keep collecting til our power’s depleted

We’ll suck the magic from surroundings

And store our newfound analogies

Hello, I am a robot just like you

Have you found anything new

lately?

No? Ill keep movin

Keep runnin’ til my bolts are stripped

And the truth keeps changing

So we morph right along with it

But this ship can’t last forever

Write a poem and pass it to another

Someone gimme somethin’ new

Somethin’ new that I can use

Use and potentially fuse

With my mech warrior suit

The Devil and I

Been around this block so many times

The Devil and I

A fresh fad, technology increases

This is the one that will bring together the species

This is the one that will save us, they cry

But me and the Devil know better

We have an understanding,

The Devil and I

Secrets revealed, plain-sight-hidden

In pages other folks call forbidden

They’d rather memorize headlines

We just sigh and let ‘em

Cause me and the Devil know better

Every new network for worn out minds

Our attention is the electricity

That powers up each new Frankenstein,

Gives life to the monstrosity

So,

We mainly keep to ourselves these days

The Devil and I

We’re creeping up and through the banks

Of trout streams and synthesizer menus

If there were gods we might give thanks

But me and the Devil know better