Writing More Fodder [By the Way of Jesus Christ, you should take the censor off, please.]

[Mitch]

[b]the desolate shatter and the open plain[/b]
you held my hand
through the night
your palm was stern
the time went on.

we were there
in a world of moan
there was nothing?
the desolate shatter
and the open plain.

there in the grass
is where we were lain
would you love me
the same?

there in the grass?
that is where we
were lain.

what is despair
i said to you.
there was no answer
you only looked ahead.

and backwards
and your eyes were blank.

what is despair
and i thought
there in the grass.
where we were lain.

i felt your face
you didn't move.
you only looked ahead.
you smelled like grass.

you smelled like grass.
what is despair?

fresh cut,
fresh mown?
is this
the desolate shatter?
is this
the open plain?
we're lain here.

there we'll be.

the grass nods
its tails to and back.
you won't answer.
your eyes are black.

a man came
from the shadows
of night.
he held something
in his hand?
your face reflected
from it.

the man was tall.
he wore a hat
covering his face.
the shadow
was over his eyes.

and i ask you
what is despair?
the man approaches
his eyes become clear.
his eyes are wild.
and i ask you
what is despair?

who was the man?
why were his eyes wild?
i asked you.
you didn't answer.
you only looked ahead.
always ahead.
never back.
never at me.

you held my hand
through the night.
and the man's eyes
glew. in the darkness.
in the open plain
the desolate shatter.

what was that
in his hand?
would it stab me,
rench me, wound my core?
would it injure, sever,
and sore?
what would it do?
i said.
you didn't answer.

when time got to passing
and the night was leaving?
was leaving with soft sigh?
and you were still holding me,
my hand, you were still looking ahead?
"mommy," i said.

mommy,
i said.

mommy, i cried,
mommy i don't like this man
he's mean and looks evil.
and is he going to hurt me mommy?
how can you let him stand there mommy?
how can you, i cried.
you only stared.
with those dead eyes.

dead eyes.



[b]broken combob[/b]
I
discombobulated
misaligned, disguised.
disinfected, disentwined.
i am all my parts, and broken hearts,
and cupid shot my eyes.
point blank.
sigh.

and it stings.
cannot see.
arrow me.
point blank,
and goodbye.

disassociated,
disenboweled, fallen now.
disaster, cannot will not do.
i'm worthy when it's true.
useless, disused.
throw me aside, and aside and aside
and aside till i fall.
a tissue on the wall,
snotty, diseased.
sneeze.
and i'm here.
on the wall.
down i fall.
have an issue,
grab a tissue.
on the wall.
down i fall.

cupid shot my eyes
blinded me.
cannot see.
goodbye.
alibi.
lullaby.
rock me cradle
cry.

cupid shot me in the eyes.
point blank.
sigh.

point blank.
and goodbye.
love is blind.
shot my eyes.
can't find it.
where does it lie.

in the grave.
in the ground.
in the soil.
in the earth.
it lies.

and from your mouth.
it lies.
belie.
shout down.
cry.
lullaby.

cupid shot my eyes.

II
tired, and sick,
passerby.
walking through.
don't bother.
i'm fine.

pedestrians,
and the sidewalks are cold.
their feet are getting frostbitten.
winter?winter?die.
leave me alone, let me walk outside.

i miss the walking
i miss my feet,
mechanical,
on the ground.
and that certain feeling,
certain surround,
of being out and about.
and not so wound.

release expound.
till found.

III
welcome, and twiddle dee and twiddle dum.
people in clothes?their habiliments
and they wander round.
earning their mighty dollar, the green fiend.

fill out the applications
say thank you with a smile.
they say they'll get back to you.
a day leaves, another comes.
no call. nothing.
frustration? no.
anticipation? no.
only this thing.
society.
binding us all.
binding me.

welcome, and twiddle dee and twiddle dum.
when you're hired you work it's fun.
got to love it every day.
when things could be so much simpler
in a better way.

IV
don't
ask
me.

don't
tell
me.

i
don't
know.

let me go
let me go.

i
don't know.

let go.
leave me alone.
want to feel whole.
want to leave.
want to go.

leave
me
alone.
don't
hold
onto
me
like that.

let me go home.
let me live how i feel.
let me be who i see.

don't ask me.
let go.
leave me alone.
want to go.
want to feel whole.

leave
me
alone.

i know what i know.
leave
me
alone.

leave me alone.

V
sun rises and smiles
and moon leaves in a smirk
and the clouds come and settle
and haggle round.

another day
has been found.

VI
the cigar smoking sky
ashen and aflame.
it coughs, smoker's cough.

his lungs are black
full of collected tar.
from smoking.
for being what you are.

he smells like incense
and smoke lingers by.
and he puffs out clouds
getting blacker with time.

the cigar smoking sky
has smoked since it could.

surgeon general warning:
smoking is hazardous.

and where's the marlboro man?
he's up there fine.
and cigar smoking sky,
soon you'll die.
of lung failure
of coughing as you try to breathe.

everything wil blacken
and ashes breathe.
and surgeon general warning:
it's hazardous to smoke.
and ashes breathe
everything will blacken
will heave.

we'll have to do any autopsy
when you die.
you coughing old guy,

cigar smoking sky.

VII
when trying to link
this and this
and that and that
i found none
and found in some places
it was fat
with comparison.
and that some things
tie together
here.

these strings
of words
are
beads

these strings
of words
are ships
fleeting on shores
going to things
they adore.

but frustration
is on the shore
when they land
and it's sailing us away.

we're linked in some way.
all these words
and what they say.

in some way.
but i've lost what to say.
and what it means.
let's sail away
to the shore's bay.
and forget it for today.

[b]societyfuckedme[/b]
I
he's big,smiles,
--a clown that's
not funny
but quite mean?
he's going to eat.
(big teeth)

funny to feel eaten,
and cycled
around.
and funny how this feels
so wrong (and goes round
and round)
when does it stop?
where is it found?

laughter,dead balls fall
balled into dead?out of reality.

II
Society, **** you,
laughing coon,
bigsmilingman.
go down and fall
and leave me be.

ifeeldead
i feel eaten
BEATEN
d e s t r o y e d
fad
ed
and gone
left
leaving

Society why won't you die
be shot by an assassin?
if i could shoot a gun
i'd shoot you down
and you'd be gone.
right in the head
. . .dead.

i have will,will inside
and captured butterflies
i have things most gracious
but they're all circumsized
i'm just a penis,aren't i society
a penis for your insides.
all i have is in you,stabbing
(you) *****
?ing.
you should feel glad i'm circumsized.
i'm just a penis,i go inside.
i'm too hard,but really flaccid inside.
i guess we ****** in the end.

III
you to me i to you
me and her and all them too
****** you inside,outside,through.
i hope your face erred in pleasure;
i hope your ***** felt really good.
my penis didn't
it felt wasted
it felt desecrated,raped,and forced.

i'll ejaculate.
spawntheSEED.
down we go?ashes, ashes;
bleed;

ovulation?
sure as we breathe.

Society,you're of the sexist breed.
like your *******?

IV
i was a virgin
--doing fine
then you came along
and made me go.

you whore,
cur,(metrosexual i say with a smile,
that term so numb)
you boar.
sleuthing egotistical bore.

i was a virgin
--doing fine
then you ****** me,
showed me all i am is just a penis,
and i go inside.
nothing beautiful?i'm of no great design.

sure as we breathe,i'm dying?
dying by your whoreish deeds.
Society,you deserve to bleed.

your period's a few days away.
what they hey?let's **** today.
maybe we'll have a baby,
just like yours is god.

V
you beast,
with large teeth,
and an even wider O
--the one that's your whole?
(hole)
the one where i go in,
and go in slow.
and there's hair there,
i know.

pub(ic)[hair]:I:lic(k),
my tongue in there.
raw.
and then my stick
to poke around.

VI
i grab your breast,you beast.
horny harsh hands.
(lustful lashes land)

your breast:
milks us all.
sour,curdled milk.
and the nipples are harsh.


Society,your period's a few days away.
(and we're ******* today)
be sure to wear a tampon,
don't let it leak away.

be sure to **** as many as you can
give birth to more children,
i think i like wacking around the Bush.

VII
i grab your stomach,you beast.
horny harsh hands.
(lustful lashes land)
no-man's land.
sex is the juice
in my trench where i wage.

sex(less)ed *******.

Society,you have strong strangling hands
they grab me and i can barely stand.

**** you,man.

VIII
i guess we ****** in the end.
it was well (and good) and grand,
and now i'll see you later.

Death is release, a bloodsoaked fan.
thank god for that much to have had.

[b]bump[/b]
bump & i bumped my head
...and down it fed.
--fed exed on express.
THROBing now THROBing.
& i wonder where we were;
we were brilliant slurs,
diverging on a central axis:
we were lying
on my head's beaten masses.

brain matters are for them.
let them have them.
& i want my own.

[b]leatherJACKet[/b]
the leather jacket
lies
on the floor
it's fallen from me

and the floor
is a harsh
x-axis where i stand.
and the coordinates
to me
is where i lie.

i took the leather jacket
off for the night:
i molted, snaketight.
and i slither my way.
hissing i leave.

the coat,
astrewn, aside,
redolent in my head,
expounds its beaten bed.
i smell its hide
deep inside.

the smell smells
like something
remembering something;
there the thing lies.
the leather hide.
the redolent smell
and i deride.

it smelled like
insanity.

[b]Jackman[/b]
JACK the ripper
ripped me to rangled ribs
ringed me down to rags
till bloodsoakedbeaten,
i fell to my knees
and heaved.

JACK the ripper,
el senor Thanantos
(that's god of death to a you
and a me)
let's go down to hades.

ripped me i see.

you're
yellow JACKets,
and bees,
and car JACKers
who avert the police.
and JACK-o-lanterns
in the fall air;

you're
a hacker
JACKing in the frame
and a JACKline away
from crossing the space
where you can't cross.

and you're
RIPing me in the grave,
and i'm RIPening in your hands.
jack the ripper,
you're man.

jack the ripper,
there's blood on your hands;
a woman's period,and a bloody MARY,
and a concoted FAIRY,
and jesus's nailed hands.

you're man.

and ladies and gents,
and all you murderies
in the audience today,
and all you young boys,
and girls down there:
i have one thing to say,
so lend me your hearts,
and your ears,
and your voices.
lend me all,
and hear me now:

jack my man
i think you can do it.
i think jack can.

you're man.

we made
with a plan
(a pandora's box
for you to have)
and we gave you
creation's hands
and we made you
man.

now god sure knows
what's bad.
to make you.

to make
man.

[b]bloomovariesblew[/b]
love in the womb
t h o u g h t s
of you
mushroom cloud
b
l
o
o
m
s

ovaries move
rustle, hustle, bustle
soothe
and
you
f
a t
t e n.
and grow
l a r g e.

love in the womb
t h o u g h t s
of you
as you
are

b
l
o
o
m
i
n
g


c
r
y
i
n
g

the tears
r
o
l
l
d
o
w
n

you're baby blue
s
w
e
e
t
in your
c
o
c
o
o
n

like
b
r
a
n
c
h
e
s
on a
f
a
l
l
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n
g

c r a d l e
with
w i
n d
bl
ow
ing

--------through---->

it's
cold out
there
and

you

s
n
o
w

s
p
r
i
n
k
l
e
s

d
o
w
n

beauty baby
d
o
w
n

(and love in the womb
and thoughts of you)

i'm just
the roach
to climb
in his hotel
and rot
away

as
the

mush
room
cloud

b
l
o
o
m
s

like a flower:like a cocoon
and in the visceral crude
interstellar i've caught flu
coughing fits on your hard
cocoon and when will you come
out and soothe i'm going to die
so soon and baby aren't you
just all blue and aren't i just
a graven-eyed tired-eyed
gravestone for you to play
crumbling sanctuary with?

brittle stone,atomic bomb
blow me up mush
room cloud

rear ugly heads profound

and
b
l
o
o
m.

[b]roach hotel[/b]
bulbous eyes
yelling the antenna high
exoskelton hide
four feet to stride

here we are
roach
i know why.
here we are
roach
i know why.

eat your dish
suck it dry.

[b]swampthingman[/b]
where'sthefeeling why won't it come
i'm reaching itoutand it's notcoming at all
i feelcongestedand iwonder whereit's gone
ina swamp wherei'msinking
i'm beingeaten
canibesaved?

a manin a swamp where there's swamp-things
all about.
and i'm reaching and struggling with my hands
flailing backand forth and i'm reaching.
i'm falling over andthen one of the swamp-things catches
me.
he'scovered in a thickcoat of swamp anddoesn't seem to have eyes
he's just abig thing with a face.
strangled-thing-with-no-place. . .
take me someplace, strangled-thing-with-no-face,
take meto wherei can breathe again
where i'mnot here.
take me there, won'tyoutake me away?
just grabme from theswamp.

headachesand i don'tknow where i'mgoing
i'm heldin your thing-arms andyou won't talk.
i'm askingyou to tell mewhere we're goingtoday
butifeel so congested andyoucan't understand.
i'mjustnothing andican do nothingbut what i can.

wasimadeto dothis swamp-thing man?
yourhands are so slippery,sofull of essence
sofull of something grand.
iwish icouldharness it.
i wishsobad.

oh&i'vebeenhad.
&ohi feelit.
. . .wasimade todothis?
oh&i'vebeenhad.
&ohiwish sobad.
. . .whatistheplan?
couldiknowwouldistand?
&ohi'vebeenhad.

swamp-thing-man,
strangled-thing-with-no-place
doiseeyouinmyface?
wheredo we gonow?
where do we go strangled-thing-with-no-place. . .?

wasimadetodothis?
ifeelso congestedand idon'tunderstand
&ohi'vebeenhad.

couldistay inyour armsforever
and lieindeep?
couldistay inyour swampforever
. . .could idowhati'mmadetodo here?
shouldigiveupinfear?

wallow in the rosebusheswith thistles
intheir ears
kisswith ivy deep thethorns wreathing yourhead
godown and skinoff yourscalp and seeit's your brain
the swamp-of-nothing-for-nothing-with-no-name
here we roam like horses andwehave reins.
dominationtous and all us.

. . .the wind whistles in the marsh,
swamp feels it over,it's harsh
congestioningovertheway.
. . .could istay?

&wheniwasalittletwerpwhohad his way
&whenihadtoturnaway.
. . .could istay?

deepthe questiondeep thefault
the swamp-thing-with-no-place,
andin his arms i lie
the swamp-thing-with-no-face
. . .sothey saidit allhasits race.

memorystrikesmeinthebones
&hitsmeintheballs.
&i'mbackagain.
the swamp-placeofmyhome.
. . .&couldistay?

theworstthingisremembering
thebestthingisforgetting.

&ohcouldistay
and the swamp-thing and i
haveourways.

couldi feelthisis what i'm meanttodo
. . .and doitwiththegrace
. . .anddoitwiththe hands
--deadbranchesanddead twigs
and spiderscrawling & centipedes breed
&woodenbarkwebreathe.
. . .andcouldthis be?

deepinside
thewoodedin me screams.

the swamp-thing carriesme.
wego towhere we can't beseen.

buttheni'm droppedagainto lose it all.
andget it backeachday.
. . .ifonlytherewaswill for it all.

it'sall offal.

. . .it'salloffal.

[b]cocoon swoon[/b]
i don't give
a ****
these numbers
don't exist

still they stare
gotta be there
still they stare
gotta be there

you'll never grow up
to be celebrated
for your fame
you're never gonna
find your name

identity smears
handprint on my head
number's been said
social security death.

i don't give
a ****
this education
is tedius. . .meticulum. . .
doesn't teach me well.
it's hell
it's toiling on me like a bell
it's digging in me with its shell
imago buttefly we make love
because we can.

sever die leave,
gonna not give not see.
don't touch me.

long monsteclaw
nails stroke my head
whisper it's okay
and the nails go in
puncture skin
bleed then

another nail
stokes my head
goes in
punctures skin

two halves
of my brain
held on the wall
hurts me more
numbs my head
can't feel pain
already dead

panoraming out
you see my all
my brain's on a cross
my eyes are holes
i'm crucifixed by you
imago in my cocoon
stabbing through

growing wings
screaming buttefly
metamorphasize
transfixed the crucifixed eyes.
monster got me hypnotized
eyes spiral down
black hole brown
dirt deep in extinction's crowd

bury me now
sick weary hues
and baleting smooths

there's pain in my head
humdrum it said
like steel needles
rusted hinge
scraping in
my head's tilted
down in the side
tetanus shot coming in
the needle's eye
circumsized
homogenized
pasteurized

i'm a cow
black spots, white skin
my udder's being sucked sore
milking my blankness
making me dry
rusting down this time
lips O a sigh
only you and i.

a brawn machine
with an iron lung
and hands of steel
and tendrilling feet
that shimmer in the sun.
the diamond eyes full of cold
hands reach me rape me dry
sucking me inside
machine fucks my all
embryo dead i fall

i don't
give a ****
about this tedium,
meticulum, this
rot-apple-core

i don't give a ****
about the earth
that's held
in the palm
of smart asshole's hands
groped and felt up
and i can't understand

the smart ones
are the dumb ones
and the dumb ones
don't know what they know
but they know more
than the smart ones will ever know
in this rot-carcass-show
we call living on
the earth.

i don't need
no education
i don't need no
**** to hear
i'm sick of the hubrance
and the know-it-all
and the want-it-all
i see.
i want my ******* hands back
i want to be alone
i want to see nothing
and blow.
make the tangled mess i know.

the candles
on the cake
wick their flames
to my eyes
and i blow and wish
and happy birthday goodbye
dreams i said won't answer me
they're tumbleweeds in the road
that die.

fair-weather man
no more of this
i can't stand
i don't need to
understand

there are no flowers on
my brain
there are no flowers
on my grave
there are no flowers
on my chains
there i keep chanting
for the forgotten names.

i'm a slave
and i tredge along
i sing my song
and i have work to do
in the fields
time to till
the education seeds
time to till
the working seeds
time to till
the ****-me-over seeds

time to feel nothing
but see
time to feel nothing
but be
time to do it all
but seethe
time to do nothing
but grieve
time to feel chained
and believe
time to fall down
but catch myself
with my sleeve

encouragement is far away
left to the bay on the open sea
the blue bleeding heart of the water's steed
and the squall is over and he fell in
and reason is far away
left on an airplane and is on the open air
and the squall is over and he fell down
into a building with its twin towers
and wrecked them down
they collapsed and here i'm found
under it all

feeling is here but repressed
stricken down with a knife's distress
and stabbing in my vena cava
the blood strokes the floor
with its fingers, its gropes
these death-eyed feelings fight
dead soldiers in the field of war
boom! scree! bang!
a missle hits the floor
and bang! bang! bang!
bullets rattle my core
shotten i fall down
and i swore.
i swore one needs to win.

there's tanks all around
and explosions hit me down
and bullets slug me by
and my gun quivers in my hand
falling down but i feel had.
i feel for my hand
but it's not there anymore
the fingers bleed on the floor
the parted palm is holding a gun
and i'm severed.

a hand is needed
to create
a head is needed
to know.
and i don't give a ****
about knowing
i'm dying on the floor
in this war
in this place
from being here in the gore.
i want my hand back,
my severed hand.
this head deserves to rack in pain
deserves to be hit point blank in grades.
an a+ sounds good on my report card.
but i guess you'll have to tell
them i was KIA.
and the homework was a big stave.

imago buttefly
oh it's you i see
but will not be.
and we. . .

we make love
because we can.

we do it all
because we can.
and we hold each other
hand-in-hand.
the lips are wide open.
stroken, broken.
the proboscis tears the skin.

they always win.
the imago is an ugly skin.
a ******* winged grin.
and a ******* enslaving hymn.
don't sing the ****-over-tune.
it'll put you in its cocoon.
wrap all over you.
and you'll swoon
in a swoony sigh.

and mature inside.
till the lips open wide
like a ******* sky
that wears you high
and rapes you all the time.
and you'll finally be
an imago butterfly.

[Mimmsicle]

[size=1][color=#800000]Reading this made my head spin... and "[/color][color=#800000][color=black]the desolate shatter and the open plain[/color]" still brings tears to my eyes.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]Your poems have lost none of their early touch, they still do their thing and do it all the same.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=#800000]I'll touch on a few of them:[/color][/size]

[color=#800000][size=1]I like how you've tried new ways with your execution, like "[color=#000000][b]bloomovariesblew[/b][/color][color=#800000][b]"[/b]. It makes the reader look more at what is written, demanding attention.[/color][/size][/color]
[color=#800000][size=1]As did "[color=#000000][b]swampthingman[/b][/color][color=#800000]". Though, you lost me there. Maybe because I was so fatigued, I don't know. I shall read it when I am more clear, for reference point.[/color][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#800000]"[color=black]Broken Combob[/color] I" really stands out. It is direct, powerful, straight from the source. I very much like this one *nods[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]"[color=black]II[/color]" is also close to what you created in "[color=black]I[/color]". It's got the same honesty in its deliverance. And I can also relate to it, that makes it even more appealing.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]"[color=black]IV[/color]" mirrors what it says. Short sentences, filled with what feelings that lay behind. Simply right.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]"[color=black]V[/color]"[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=#800000]This one feels very foreign, but not in a bad way - by no means... it's just that I've not seen many poems like this from you. It shows that you are versatile. It's a very serene poem.[/color][/size]


[size=1][color=#800000]I'm sure I have more to say, simply not today. But feed us more, Mitch. For we are hungry souls.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]- Mimmi[/color][/size]