You Would Probably Know, That One Brain Thing? by maxusphinneas, literature
Literature
You Would Probably Know, That One Brain Thing?
What a darling! Oh,
Chlopromazine
I'd fashion you a carriage
and a stroll right down the street
I'd even fancy marriage
with you, Chlopromazine
hirsotism, priapism, acathisia
and wear towards the seems
I'd even fancy marriage
with you, Chlopromazine
Radioactive Snowflakes by maxusphinneas, literature
Literature
Radioactive Snowflakes
Oh boy, boy, boy
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM
"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"
For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
...and I
measured it all in half-life
Oh boy, boy boy
That arctic disposition will melt away in
Not Even With Silicon by maxusphinneas, literature
Literature
Not Even With Silicon
By proxy,
chowder socks on outer Spocks,
smoking soft sifts hogwash talk
like Sally oft on autotroughs.
Life will appear on this rock soon,
over twenty-two amino acids convinced you.
Really? Too
many lights on martian nights,
genomes spike on external frights,
how will we ever find cell nuclei?
I might wonder what Easton found
and only God knows how high his Thetan count
just might be.
I have soliloquies and enemies
tangled in my stinging anemone.
Enmity now atrophy,
no pariah,
Picture me Polis
Dare not picture me you
Cities from ashes
eschewed by those Delphian fumes
I bought a batch of botched grievances
with a finger on the pulse
yet never where the agreement is
Even when
pigeonholing serves to placate the pigeons
Chalk it up to our hospitable world
but its inhabitants battled escrow for avarice
to raise a generation
of kids who hate their mothers
and the psychotherapists still babble about Oedipus
Evidence
that we built our roads with stolen pavement
and our social contract state
I Picked The Wrong Week by maxusphinneas, literature
Literature
I Picked The Wrong Week
Don't peak at my placebo peons
Close the shutters, blind yourself
to anything else you peed on
Eons from now, I still have nothing to sell
but I can still bash in your pretty face
and you will still tell people you fell
down the
longest
staircase
in history
Settle down,
we have carbon and oxygen and misery for now
and this burgeoning need to shut down my