DONTLETTHE

SEAHORSESIN

Replacing intestines with insight

& barb wire,
pulling it out through a poem.

I have to stop building evil steel beams,
their scrap value is low.

Such construction is abandoned parking lots.

Taste passions salts
Stir repetitive Ramen poetry
*slurp*
like bold plants.

Siege a subject with Love and Imagination
Break the walls of guilt and fuck ups

Pour chicken seasoning,
write another poem,
write a positive poem,
reinforce smiles.

Reinforce fucking smiles.
Your smile.

Lets drive drunk.

I watched a train roll by
and didnt hop on.

I guess thats growing up.

I kept this in mind
and hopped a train.
I SAW THE GHOST OF A YOUNG GIRL
AFTER TALKING TO HER KILLER
I SPAT ON MY BROTHER &


felt like a savage ass hole after.

Im an asshole when shit faced
Im an asshole when stoned
Im an asshole crashing getaway cars
chewing on Marys pearls.
I am fascinated by Marys virginity. Id ask to take it, but where would be
without her virginity?

THEY WILL NAME FLOWERS AFTER US
& tell folk tales
of the Soul
Mr. Time
exorcised
from two lovers.

BUILDING DOMES OF ISOLATION IN THE WOODS TO GET HIGH IN
Long walk convictions have been beaten out of me with twigs
& I didnt notice,
kept on moving.

ART IS A STAR FISH HOLDING AN ACTIVE GRENADE UNDER
WATER ( THE SEA MUST BE DRAINED BEFORE DAMAGE CAN BE DONE )
To write anonymous would be safe,
but heres a labeled rib.

Art swings its holster,
like it actually has a gun.

GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS
( WHERE DID HEAVEN FALL? )
Sword falls upon stones composed of broken promises
lapping up deserved shards.
The stones out number aspirations
Shards shark puncture belly.

Theres a need for change brewing.

Theres a need to write anonymous.

Burn any ideas of L.A.
You are not that.
The Beats are dead on holy
& the traveling kids drunk on a train
Alt clits are whiney ass holes
Slams are wriggling thumb wars with angsty academics

Today I spat a caramel candy at my brother
received a snapchat of piss
and got high.

Today I wanted to crash into a stop sign and actually stop.

[I need to stop writing like this]

BURNING DOWN THE GREAT MONUMENTS
OF LIFES FALSE HIGHLIGHT REEL
Forget how to Facebook,
kiss crayon rubbed fingers,
remember.

In 160 characters,
fulfill the minds curious what youre having for lunch.

In a conversation,
tell me you need more than 160 characters to fill you,
& show me a smart phone in your face.

[ Connectivity,
wonderful! Communications,
Internet, Television,
wonderful! What an age
to grow up, wonderful progress to
take advantage of, yes, ] [keep or delete?]
the electronic apathy net
bubbles to wean out sadness.
toss emotion to silly inferno.

These do not need to be ape eating tantrums.

- technologys advancement responds -

Televisions do not eat soul,
nor radios,
nor
fill the human coal mine chest.

A strong right wrist
and amateur porn ( or
sex if youre getting fucked or
fucking ),
are recommended shovels.

Its better than implementing yourself as a splinter.

Gauge the holes size,
then cheap garbage bury
all abused moments
in you.

MY BROTHERS REACTION TO HAVING A CARAMEL SPAT AT HIM
why the fuck did you waste it?
whats wrong with you?

I dont know. I was generally electric, imagined spitting it at you,
laughed, and did so. No thoughts in between. ( Longer than the required
apology, this weak explanation of clueless history must be made note of
in the personal confines of my rust )

So you spat candy at me? the fuck? ( Laughter ) What are you
doing?

Writing down what you said.

CHAIN SMOKING ON THE PROPERTY LINE OF A NO SMOKING
APARTMENT COMPLEX
CHAIN SMOKING ON A LONG CAR RIDE I HAVENT YET DRIVEN
CHAIN SMOKING CIGARETTES CHAIN SMOKE ME
HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY LUNGS HURT IT MORN
WORSHIP WORSHIP HOLY COPING WORSHIP HOLY HOLY
I FORGET MR. K IS DEAD AND TALK HOLY WITH HIM
GIGGLING AT HIS HOLY
HOLY IS A BRUISE
HOLY IS 1/2 A WORD
HOLY ARE NOT THE EMAILS OF GINSBERGS POETIC REMNANTS IN THE
MOUTHS OF THOSE WHO ARE NOT HIM
GIVE ME AN AUTHOR SIGNED COPY OF THE BIBLE
PULL THE WORDS OUT THE MOUTH OF THOSE CLENCHED IN DEAD
VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT EVERYWHERE
PUKE UP THE SOUL AND CALL IT SOUL

DRINKING WEAKNESS IN A SYRUP
& CHEWING THE CIGARETTE BUTTS THAT SMOKED ME

Finding strength in old holes.

WHY DO SO MANY POETS COMPARE CIGARETTES TO POEMS, OR
MENTION HER ANGRY CIGARETTE LIPS?

Poesying dandelions,
confused grime in sunlight,

I love the sublime sounds of summer.

ID RATHER TURN OUT A FOOL
THAN FACE AGING REGRET
Accept the onslaught of failure
due to arrive haphazardly,
a weird hurricane of decision.

PAWNING OFF THE HEART AND LUNGS ( 50% wear on lungs / 25%
wear on hearts [ any higher would be dramatic ] )

Putting to rest every god damn good thing we ever had
in a pawn shop
not knowing where to sing.

Im socially awkward so fall to talking about poetry and traveling because
I dont know how to participate in the silence I appreciate

Something in the distance is making noise

Hide under a rock
or turn yourself in

HONEY I AM GOING TO RUN ERRANDS
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
TO PURCHASE ROPE.

Try not to stick out your neck on the tracks
trains no longer announce themselves.

Digging into bones
to burrow a home
borrow a home
outside a bottle of wine
outside a bottle of anything
outside dysfunction.

Walking along the tracks
towards a life that is good and true
no fortune of gold
can wedge scars off skin
embraced like sunlight
to moons face
to you
to the waters of polluted canals
to ten year old smiles
to unencountered sea horses
mountains too high to climb
smashing against rocks is worth eating on the days your stomach is
frozen bodies avalanched,
persistent like death in a waste land
faded like earths last radio transmission.

Lots of paintings for an upset stomach.

EASY RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS

Step 1:

Follow the Self organic / inanimate Others create for you

Stare at the ground.

ANARCHIST COOKBOOK:

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1: Love others more than you can bear to
2: Molotov makes baking cops more difficult
3: Molotov may become necessary
4: Do not cradle the world like its angry alligators if you do not know
how to wrestle alligators
5: There is no room for Apathys lack of input when cooking
6: Theres always a way out. Suicide is not one of them.
7: Kiss the cheeks of all colors
8: Goddamn it,
gender doesnt matter
9: Murder is not a coping mechanism you can blend easily
10: Take into account allergies, weak teeth, lack of teeth, spoon
feeders, blindness, muteness, mindlessness, desperation,
and carve a heart of freedom.

If youre corner becomes too right,
jump without the rope
and land into a plushy pile of human emotions contorting into ugly and
uglier and gorgeous patterns.

FIREWORKS LIT AT BOTH ENDS EXPLODE
THE CANDLES FALTER
THE LANTERNS ERODE
A man wearing a white flag depression weaponizes his sneer
Smears of the bodys salt water licks his tongue
as he slinks lips down thighs,
sucking cocks and clits
without a clot of thought
tiring the noose into a rope
waiting for the moment
the right moment
the time of decision

he is buried still waiting.

The moon no longer holds purpose
pulling the tides
clawing for a chance to flood the earth,
for revenge.

MOTHER NATURE IS TRANSEXUAL
Without the ability to spit on concrete,
wed be dancing round burning barns.

Burn everything associated with momma
watch the timely Phoenix shrivel
ghost of extinction
stalks the cities alleys
kisses fields empty
boulders mountains and whores out oceans.

The human hurricane will clash with land and dissipate

Why are we wasting time again?
I forget peopling
when talking
then remember
death is inevitable
and feel a need to scrap together a bucket list in between shifts
and forget about it.

MISSED THE MEMO!
CATCH ME UP ON WHY MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BASIC
HUMAN RIGHTS
WAIT!
LOOK GUYS! THERES A CAT ON MY
COMPUTER SCREEN

THERES A CAT ON MY COMPUTER
SCREEN
THERES A CAT ON MY
COMPUTER SCREEN
THERES A CAT ON MY
COMPUTER SCREEN
MOM! DONT OPEN THAT FOLDER! NO! ITS NOT PORN! NO IM NOT
EXPLORING MY SEXUALITY! I HAVE CLOTHES ON I HAVE CLOTHES
ON!

Thought to be
so glorious and free
learned these were good times
and stained sheets.

I understand what the youth of my body tried to
Learned that the sunrise can be the atom bomb.

CONSIDERING OPENING UP A MORGUE (THEY WONT GO OUT OF
STYLE UNTIL SPIDERS EVOLVE WEEPING)
How many graves do we need to dig before the frost cuddles our land?

Lets add it up.
Millions of folks below the poverty line A little more than half have
kids How many are stereotyped or spat upon? How many are
uninsured?

As long as we dont have to dig any more graves for those that cant
afford it, well be fine. All the moneys in the headstone anyway.

Dont worry. The anti homeless laws will excavate them from society.

Phew. Thank Government.

Praise the President.

Amen.

Morals,
more economic for emotional purposes.

BITTER ARE MAGGOTS POPULATING THE FLESHY BRAIN
Mr. Time collects broken watches
Mr. Time is his own clock maker
Mother Nature falls into her own anthropomorphic trap (she only
comes when facing everything)

My Love grew legs and arms
My Love doesnt wear a condom
My Love only comes when shes on top
My Love waltzes drunkenly
My Love is a chronic cannibal
My Love is a silly mother fucker

My Love and I shake hands
not understanding a thing.

TRY TO MEET A NEW PERSON EVERYDAY
Light fireworks with strangers.

EVERY TIME I GO FOR A LONG WALK ALONE,
I FORGET A LITTLE MORE HOW TO GET BACK HOME.
Evil, disguised as passive thoughts,
feverishly kisses the soul.

I hear a drum that isnt there.

Schizophrenics used to screech DEMON DEMONS EVERYWHERE
Now they sing COPS COPS EVERYWHERE
and theyre right to be worried.

I dont have it figured out just yet
( what the hell is a cop? who the fuck is the president? no, we havent
met him. )

voting is tragedy
ballots arent for peace
culture is a market
individuals worth their wallet
sunrises are atom bombs
suicides are bird songs
prisons are business
fuck you New Hampshire
fuck you Pennsylvania
fuck you California
and all of your friends.

Whats this without love? What is human without Love? Where do the
white fences and chains burst into song? Keep drinking and driving, keep
drinking and driving, scream tunes of surviving.

What a waste is money,
what a waste are clocks,
what a waste is everything,
what a waste is everything
without Love.

The grass is still green
the sky is still blue
me and you
and everyone
worry about gasoline later
wake up in the morning
well make it.

Love,
Gatsbys Abandoned Children
Love,
THE BUM WHO THROWS HIS LAST COUPLE DOLLARS INTO
ANOTHER BUMS SPANGE JAR
LOVE,
THE TRAVELING FOLK
LOVE,
THE GYPSIES TRAMPS AND THIEVES
LOVE,
THE OPEN AND WEAK MINDED
LOVE,
SILLY DUALITY
LOVE,
THE HUMANS WHO KNOW IF WE CUT EVERYONE OPEN
WED JUST BE BLOOD AND GUTS
LOVE,
LOVE AND HER SLAVES

Love,
JEremiah Walton

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Nostrovia ! Poetry