Jibber Jabber from a Jim Jam Jabberwocky

Non-sequential nonsense from a man with nothing left to lose, except his job.

No talking!

the priest
is about to ejaculate
fire and brimstone
onto the hymnal literature
of those meek
bravely waiting
the Reich’s leftover
paradise.

If you are a hallucination
then I don’t want to come down.
I want to remain higher than
a thousand suns.

climb into my dilated pupil
I’ll keep you part of me forever
you’ll keep me youthful
at my funeral.

are you waiting to go home,
for that comet that brought us,
to deliver us from evil.

how many rooftops
to you teeter over
screaming out
that you want to live
like a dinosaur?

it’s coming,
don’t jump
with impatience.

we are all stars
in our own right.

and it was with
the tenderness of wolves,
that our dear fair nymphet maiden,
finally found a true lover.

and it was with
our dear fair nymphet maiden
that the wolves tenderness
finally was truly noticed,
and not feared.

If the moon had tits,
everyone would sleep
during the day.

my ocean is shallow
oil slicked
burning.

polluted mind
cob-webbed
flowless
boundless
vacant.

I’m feeling like a mask
that the devil pissed on
at a halloween party.

torn frayed senses
vision implodes
impulse sells
nightmarish drag.

climb inside
weary tongue
misguided dialogue
floating apology
gutter manifested.

I’m feeling like a mask
that the devil pissed on
at a halloween party.

distorted face
pressing against
glass facade

shatter truths
forget all that bruise

let new dawn
be your love

sentimentality crosses an ocean
to find you already marooned
on an island of lost hopes.

waves crash a resounding no
your lips questions
worthless in the crests
foaming mouth.

sand dampens eyes
hands shipwrecked against
broken sea shell face.

sentimentality swims off
with mermaids who desire
a king of treasure.

regretful tidal waves
swallow you into
undertows cold hearted
blackness.

no sun.

In her underwear
she smiles.

In her underwear
she smiles
at the flowers.

In her underwear
she smiles
at the flowers
peaking through.

In her underwear
she smiles
at the flowers
peaking through
my decaying flesh.

In her underwear
she smiles
at the flowers
peaking through
my decaying flesh,
her eyes glimmer

In her underwear
she smiles
at the flowers
peaking through
my decaying flesh,
her eyes glimmer
in lusty satisfaction.

morning,
a crack
in skulls light
visions pavement
fragmented to
tenth degree of
separation, who
is the I of last night
compared to
this morning.