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Posted in a walk through the deep end of nothingness, foreshadowing, is it really real?, paranoia on October 31, 2012 by matt questionmark

wincing from the wet lake effect snow/wind
we crawl across coke filled streets
past the drunken wrecks
past the lost fouls
adorned in burberrybossbullshit
we scavenge for lost literature
in the snow filled cracks of reality
lost paragraphs emaciating
with the lack of being looked upon
we scavenge for pizza surrounded by mexicans
adrift in this snowfilth two tabs each
alone in this static and traffic
wincing
splicing the thoughts
fucking sentences like wind eats our ears
wandering upon a movie set
and crashing the coffee stand
YET WE CRAWL
into hidden staircases surrounded by actors
surrounded by the sudden warmth
of college faggotry
knees capped by roller skates
sliding down dormitory hallways
raping the sleep of 73 students
and attempting to marry each one
awaking underneath a living room table
scraping the drugs away from my eyes
the words written in black before my face: this too shall pass.

novemberrr haiku

Posted in foreshadowing on December 5, 2010 by matt questionmark

This blood pathogen
Sounding like birds shitting
Windshield explodes white

her majesty

Posted in foreshadowing, is it really real? on April 3, 2010 by matt questionmark

her majesty
making yellow turn green
fearing all whitewash
dimples her existence
over-reaching
over compensating
her cunt is the dole
her front is all bull
a frightened mutt
trying to piss her way out of a piss contest
only to fall victim to her own
outweighed manure
down the stairs
on purpose
mouth full of something
fizzing out the ass
limbs akimbo
she looks like retarded origami
glass in her throat
white goes red
pink goes blue
this is no longer her struggle.

survivor

Posted in foreshadowing, Uncategorized on August 24, 2009 by tony saputo

” they love to sell us short,” said the dark ashen figure through frowned cracked crusty lips
the face wore the scars of fifty years in hatred
and his eyes carried the gleam of feeling it

the words he spoke were strong and hard, touched with the rasp of knowing his streets
very much like his exterior
but you knew he too could be a lover

i replied with a weird chuckle and said nothing
and as my head signaled an odd and slow negative
images of the fights he and i will both face soared throughout the room

his smiles carried the tones of alligators
while glaring like a hawk
i hope they know they will never take us alive

the costly thing about glory is this
you may be winning but it can be so fucking hard
you forget and you see demons and hell tearing away everything you have

but remember when you tear through all the wreckage
face burnt and hands bleeding, gripping your sides in agony
all that matters is you are the last one standing

and every wound that heals into another scar
is just the way the world will know
you really were something

your move…

Posted in foreshadowing, glory in the overlooked, guilt in the serenity on July 23, 2009 by tony saputo

renew each and every instance
you will still come up not listening
varied are the ways we create and destroy
oursleves
purposes
actions and words

you should have told it all from the beginning
that we are all wounds trying to heal
that you are just as lost as i am
fevered
weak
dying alone

sheltered in safety for too long
to be spoiled in the rays
leaves the notion to detach so romantic
confused
aggravating
bitter and proud

rest along and read aloud
forget what you were and where you came from
you are only what is and will be
afraid
tricked
selfish and denying

everything is where it needs to be
no matter how much we move the pieces
the game will always be the same… 
somber
cold
evil and manipulative

burnside

Posted in foreshadowing on July 15, 2009 by tony saputo

soiled down deep into the canopy of person
you can find the fire
and the rest of an unwilling debacle

the fools call it hope
the wiser say ambition
as the warriors call it determination and future

across an ocean are cobblestones who know my loves
and a place waiting to be called home
alas down a road waits purpose and destiny

when you stop wondering and start acting
you find it is supposed to be
everything you ever wanted it to

my past has come full circle
nothing to look back on
nothing to regret

knowing nothing is everything

this city really is sinking…

Posted in foreshadowing, glory in the overlooked, guilt in the serenity, paranoia on May 31, 2009 by tony saputo

as the day grows more and more distant i cannnot help but confront these small insignificant thoughts and accept them:

the fucker who can prove me right again and again
the woman who wanted my mouth and heart to stay shut
the unreachable person who understands love through and through
the times of waste that i cannot help but love
the vision of summer snow, reminding me what it used to mean just a year ago
the fleeting of friends, the sustain of family
knowing blood does not really matter
being loved
loving those who deserve it
remembering the lists made in grass drunk on 2 bottles of wine
feeling completely confident that there is no turning back
the saltwater burning my open wounds
the punches that landed
the 4 year old child i let go away
the 4 year old child i will protect with everything i have
the knowing and reverence of the disconnect
proud to not be like you
hating you for not being like me
hating you for the wallowing of ignorance, greed, irresponsibility, sloppy drunkenness, malice, shit-thin pride just to lean into playing the martyr.
the fools of this city
and the large iridescent mouth that moves them all around

i am proud to never know you again
and this beat, this tracking path
is not for you

we are simply not the same
and as much of a dick i may be
everything i have said is very real.

i just have to accept how much better i have become
better than most
but not good enough quite yet.

give me every challenge
i am scared of nothing and am ready to be the most dangerous person you have ever known…