scratched scuffed scarred by suffering

existence, still stay smiling

because fuck it, this is it

river monkey-head chai drunk

solar dome recalibrates

universal energies

sunshine always brighter than

rusted barbs holding self still - 

bitches ain’t shit (we the bitch)

wireless psychic chain tendrils

creepy crawl through consciousness,

reclaiming what wasn’t theres

accumulate creosote

with each stagnant year's shelter,

triggering burnt out re-starts

when life gives you winter, curl

into fetal position

beneath grandma’s crazy quilts

if the chimney's a-smokin'

don't come a-knockin' (because

sexual euphemism)

the weakest link in any

chain is most likely the chain

itself, as it’s made by men

dullard southside virginia

back road black-and-white life got

colored up by ol’ lady

TOP TEN SPIRITUAL ASCENT OF RENE ROUSSIMOFF

#1: Andre the Buddha’s/ginormous hand barely grasps/life’s enormity
#2: Andre the Buddha/holds six sexual senses/across outstretched arms
#3: Andre - soft-spoken/earthly wonder who knew well/this world’s killer con
#4: no one bodyslams/suffered existence fully/ - much less gets three count
#5: Fezzik said “people/in masks cannot be trusted”/ - masks smile all around
#6: Buddha’s large belly/still smaller than our endless/appetite for “things”
#7: whether good or bad/Andre transcended common/earth dualities
#8: legend said Andre/could drink all life’s sensory/pleasures & still stand
#9: indulgence concepts/hulked up worldwide, thus Andre/the Buddha left us
#10: his ashes scattered/beneath North Carolina/garden temple spot

remnants still turn up from earth

where we used to keep pigs; too

close to human for my taste

monkeyhead river forces

littlest smiles through the chaos

of weathering bird tribe life

accumulating clutter

like consumer dust; life needs

regenesis now and then

hard to maintain perspective

when so easily confused
by sensual digestion

same sky sheltered ancestors

from lizard cyborg attacks

like twelve thousand years ago

celestial halos shoot

auras full of raw starshine - 

universal magnetics

name-brand work boots secondhand,

most days spent watching minute
hand crawl through molasses muck

cemeteries overturned
by nature’s chronologic
actions - civilized compost

TOP TEN PILES OF ART MOCKED BY ARTISTS AS LESSER VALUE

#1: politics of trash/your opinions are worthless/because of your birth
#2: gentrified arts scenes/seen by collectors mostly/museums sometimes
#3: to be “discovered”/ - as if you didn’t exist/before they saw you
#4: to be “successful”/ - as if kickbacks justify/compromising self
#5: to be “resistant”/ - as if paralyzed by fear/was a conscious act
#6: trusting crowd-funded/trust-fundamental thinking/calling it support
#7: to be “supported”/ - as if held up for profit/is a positive
#8: to be “respected”/ - as if bigheads thinking you’re/worthwhile is worthwhile
#9: to be “remembered”/ - as if obscurity means/something lacks value
#10: ugly nobodies/make the world more beautiful/ev'ry fucking day

spring dragstrips roar back to life,

back roads bodhisattvas bring
beautiful beasts out to shine

my rooster be like “you
lucky this weak ass coop paint
scheme matches my tail feathers”

oh ancient motherfuckin'

stones - share your deeply-concealed

secrets from center of earth

fat chinese buffet belly

hindu squatted away in

half-referalized pasture

resurrection of color,

dirtgod theory gives birth to
fresh blossoms for new era

bare hands got no consciousness,
senseless grasping at random
bullshit that shines with promise

problem with mysticism

is once forced to come back down,

all this seems like emptiness

worn out racing slicks from dead

uncles passed get strapped onto

stubborn goats as grazing stakes

TOP TEN STONES CAST AT MOLOCH THE OWL GOD'S RELENTLESS ARMOR

#1: naked yoni hair/triggered by strong clitoris/AR-15 blast
#2: hamstring scars plus ass/tattoos that wiggle with thrust/like heat distortion
#3: thicker the berry/the deeper the juices go/ - you know what I mean?
#4: alpha male madness/will overruled - omega/womb won’t be denied
#5: what the fuck I say?/peacock brain flaunting despite/shiva’s stomping feet
#6: the world’s heart is fire/lava-blood flows, congeals as/stone once hits space
#7: motherfuckin’ fire/sterilizes purifies/against “pure” blood lies
#8: bitches with riches/gentrify destiny by/manifesting will
#9: will you or won’t you?/you a cog or you a frog?/make big splash go boom
#10: erection blossoms/spring time earth fire flows go bloom/go boom be naked

spring scatters pink dust of fresh

hope, blossoming potential

new harvests of survival

heart is a most underground

muscle, concealing true strength

behind facade of soft flesh