Someone Deleted My Email Account

Someone Deleted My Email Account
It Wasn't a Poem
But You were in there maybe, prying
and someone deleted my mind
but maybe who I thought you were was there so
maybe you should forget about me
I don't have any drugs
but if you want some go ask the neighbors

I might have a knife though, period.

Hallmark

"You brighten my day/while I'm on drugs?"

"I raped a bunch of children and now I am your husband."

"I raped a bunch of kids with worse than poison and now I am your wife"

echoes, covering up the blandishments of old terrors.

one never knew who one was, the echoes of depravity and power levying against secret keepers that should go untold.

one of us

met the wrong man on the wrong bus, he gave me a cigarette when I needed it the most.

watch, lets resort to automatic typing in a class of its own.

used to know the old excuses, have to carry myself out of bed since nobody on this wretched planet loves you or me at all.

thought they all had an excuse at first, turned out that they were really wretched even when they were being good.

I knew Trent Reznor, he lived in a morgue and did what he wanted and all he did was bitch about everything.  Should have literally had nine inch toenails.  Maybe he's all Howard Hughes and shit now. 

Met too many telepathics.  Now they're starving for attention.

Beware Vampires, Shapeshifters, and Mind Readers for they are the Scum of the Earth.

Feeling like Boba Fett again.  Someone please fly away from that Sarlacc.

Scientology

Gee, I didn't know until two months ago that 1984 is the Scientologist Instruction Manual.

I saw the Church of the Atom, it looks worse than pigshit.

yeah, we're really afraid of a cupboard of rats after seeing the world.

Upon the darkened cross of red answer of twilight
my sister's yearnings were not taken lightly
nor without the asking of treason

punishment is a penance. 

notations through judgement

etc t

not a white boy?

Assyrian 

yup.

Dear Masters of the Universe

Thank you for the stylus and the robot,
for the peach and the pear
for the plum
and the apple tree.

For me it was more than fair, since I have no memories of torture.

Even after the torture, I felt it was somewhat kind
because I discovered someone and something beyond beautiful
even though it should have been a plastic rose.

There, now you know my life.
If it was written in some book
than I can do nothing but thank you,
the only thing I am leery of any longer
are medical text books and sex
since I am a heterosexual outcast
I don't practice marriage any longer
nor even dating.

I must be single in my solitude
but it is far worse I learned
than to be the right person in the wrong place
right now I could weep
because I feel like a gossip columnist
wondering who created us and me
clad in some kind of invulnerable leather
they shot me twice in Santa Cruz
and I didn't die like a cowboy
I have to thank being punk rock
because without it I would probably aspire to being some type of billionaire pig
who in their lifestyle only gleaned part of the truth of what currency should be
and in the end
I think T.S. Eliot
would appreciate his own wasteland
unlike the foul demons in hell
who thought they were immune to pedophilia
like the long range ballistic missiles
that were headed towards America
until now. 

Signed, Z

Death On the Installment Plan

I am reminded of Celine,
I am reminded of life that I cannot describe
I remember
even through Haldol

and I feel like ...

can't write and shouldn't

no notations are a disservice

through and through

mimicry vs. mimicry

adultery vs. adultery

you should have left more wine
but on the other hand
they don't rightly know where it came from
and they drink it as babies
ever since the melon trick.

we must have encountered monsters
but don't let it ruin the romance
because these people are not me
and sometimes I swear I haven't met

don't be a pimp or a pros
that's all I have to say
should be apparent by now

met a millionaire
thought he was a scumbag
whateves

sometimes I should really hold these people accountable for their own selfs and actions and behavior
because when they aren't they are idiots

sometime soon I should tell you that I love you

but on the other hand
someone was interested in a million grand
the problem is the justice system

they have no clue

clues

psychopathy at age 14 could be described as a love affair

Remember the dark December
with impossible precision
and lack of professorship
since the time of ancient slavery
in vindictiveness of treachery
came upon the evil muddled spells
of a race too pure
to cleanse due to circumspection

Upon that ship made mercy my Life
and throughout evil
lived a land that promised song
but the world knew the hatred
of what it once had been
due to the fact of morals and men,
in the ancient craft
of viscissitude and bell drums
sounding off
in antiquated towers
that no sniper ever knew.