Nothing

Phlegm cleared,
pupils dilated.
An interrupted synergy,
speaking in verse - purportedly.

All the walls covered,
nasty off-green drips
collecting in puddles
on torn wood floors.

Equal parts
horrific childhood goo,
recollections fictional,
then modernist dilemma:
tomorrow's solutions
to yesterday's conflict.

We've achieved actualization
through stasis, stressing
semantics while
speaking of ought.

We, the kids who never
grew up, children of Dystopia.

KILL

The drooling idiot,

Salivating,

Waiting.

Premature hair loss.

Consider the wastebasket. 

Falling faster now,

I'm slouching to

the floor. 

I count my pools

of drool, 

one...

My face peeled

from the sea green

shag...

Two?

An ode to my

rotted, dearly

departed friends!

Drei.

Confessions of a Jerk

The endearing quality
of incompetence,
the staleness of regret
linger over a bowl
of ramen noodles.

The short answers
stick. History has
no time for long winded...

I, forgotten.

Will she remember me?

Hunched over a mass
of bad poetry,
scurrying, scrambling
for rich line to
purchase a smile,
forever and evermore.