write this
emmer effer
a pretend genius broadsuction
some days are better than none
Umbrellas for the Blood Rain
Metallic neon blood
Singed
Safety pinned
Accessories and mementos
Of future enthusiastic wars,
Black tie dinners
And
Hefty garbage bags
Born solo
On gargantuan
Waves of methadone and
Severely
Defaulted mortgages
A coagulation
Of
Euphoric embittered orgasms
Of hands to face
And
Face to face
Central station nervous
System
Teasing derailment
The zinc white paint fought
Dried and died
Ten years strong
But failed and crumbled
Like forgotten moping English castles
And
The stained lying ceilings
Black Death 2010
Above my head
Archaic bugs and freshly shaven
Pubic hair
Naturally coalescing
Below my decaying feet
Dried lips
Kiss three forgotten lottery tickets
And
Orange tinged seizing flames
Of perversion and Saturday morning cartoons
Fill the empty glasses with seasonal ash
A bottle turns and
Develops vertigo
An unlisted number is stapled
Sanctimoniously
Into temporal lobe
Shoe strings and paper clips
Wrapped tightly around nipples and
And Cambodia
Erasing Caligula and Los Angeles
Replica superficial models
Kept inside a clinical drawer
The egomaniacal artistic curator
Of a future grieving
Apocalypse
Presently happening now,
Metallic neon blood
Singed
Safety pinned
Accessories and mementos
Of future enthusiastic wars.
A Family Kingdom of Isolation
Few places
If any
For a man to hide
These days,
Cheap and
Disposable
Russian souls
Of
Freaks and sugar
Infested people watching
Stop
Fucking looking
Big and beautiful
Tube socks and STD’s
Under scorching southern sun
Stick figures
Hanging silently
From wooden gallows
In
Rural Louisiana
Paper towels
And bleach
Clean overcrowded holidays
Bad tattoos
Vomit the earth
Silicone can repair leaks
But not in my cerebellum
No smoking
Around bad art
And
Worse people
Spill the paint
Coffee stains minimum wage
The acetone
Of
Industrial Estonia and my mother’s room
A kingdom of ants and sorrow
Calling all medical professionals
Feminists lacking fun
Bee stings
Amusements parks and dating sites
Powder free gloves
Molest me
Molest children
Hot dogs and
Chopped ice
Infested breathing apparatus
HEPA filters and heroin chic tracts
OCD
Band-Aids
MBPD
Wilted supplies and
Dirty uniforms
Enter Social Security numbers
Fingerprints of time and space
Empty the woven caskets
Galaga is broken
Post cards from Florida
Tacked and abused
On dirty walls,
Few places
If any
For a man to hide
These days.
Without Ritalin: The Femmes Grow Violent
A blistering sun
Is
Scratched and sniffed
Another day
Another nightmare,
A quixotic life
Some
Call it a
Death
In my bed
Smelling of body odor
Perspiration
Drooling
Into the Black Sea
Car crashes of Ukrainian origin
And
Domesticated rain
Outside my stained window
Sub-Arctic anura
Inside my stained window
Sarcasm: to tear the flesh
Cannibals love gelatin
On
Lake Titicaca
Nocturnal and camouflaged
Exposed dermis
Enriched adipose tissue
Feast my friends
For respiration and absorption
My uncle is a homosexual
Tooth fairy
In my bed
In my dreams
Pulling and prodding
My
limp cock
My
Molars
My
Canines
My
Incisors
For structural damage
And loose change
Awoken
By my own
Apocalypse Now
No
VHS or DVD
Has been inserted
Nor played
Hard dicks of piss
Thoughts of masturbation
Water is a hazardous material
Nebulous clouds removed,
A blistering sun
Is
Scratched and sniffed
Another day
Another nightmare.
Erode, the Stout Consumer
Feed me,
Your
Corporate sponsored fast food chain restaurant and dating sites
Dirty red splotchy hands
Web engine “search”
Of
Web designed paranoia,
You made me a hypochondriac
You made me neurotic
You made me insane,
Fucking Google
Fucking Yahoo
Fucking Jeeves, you asshole,
You made me think I had genital herpes
You made me order a Periodic Table shower curtain
You made me think I had a foot fungus
You made me sign up for Myspace
You made me order an overpriced t-shirt
You made gave me clips of free porn
You gave me online coupons for a new brand of popcorn,
I didn’t have genital herpes
I didn’t need a new shower curtain
I didn’t have a foot fungus
I didn’t laid off of Myspace
I didn’t cum in the 30 second clip
I didn’t like that new shitty discounted popcorn,
The Solution,
Sorry
Dell
Bashing metal and plastic
With
Stolen job site hammer,
No more Google
No more Yahoo
No more Jeeves, you fucking asshole.
They Keep Calling Me
I don’t know if she got abducted by aliens or what?
Tan bags of personal items
Lie
On dirty linoleum floors
Perceived change is often bad
When inspired
By
Massive mental breakdowns
As the numbers increase
Rotten bananas
Pissed off monkeys
I don’t know if she got abducted by aliens or what?
Time for
A Jerry Springer break
Iota’s of common sense
And
Verbiage broken
New cold linguistic composition
Radar detected unemotional
Hand and eye
Gestures
Pull apart the wishbones
Silver streaked rolling wheels
Vacations south of heaven taken
Ladders of trust
Crawl my little king snake
To
Windows of psychosis
Someone be kind enough to dial
911
I don’t know if she got abducted by aliens or what?
Letters written
Never delivered
Pen and purple ink
Life’s forever
And
Last communications
Feel free to take
A parting gift with you
Insanity
And dirty bowels
When you leave
Bon voyage baby
Uttered
In smoke infested breathe
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Brett Stout is a 31 year old artist and writer living in Myrtle Beach, SC. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and paramedic. He writes while mainly hung-over on white lined paper in a small cramped apartment in Myrtle Beach, SC. He published his first novel of prose and poetry entitled "Lab Rat Manifesto" in 2007.
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