Hemlock Ernst v.1

action reaction to law

factions defeated by walls

forcing the fictions to seed

this encryption deleting my all

circuits in service to purposelessness

vertebrate verdigris

urban resurfaced to merger with merchants

disfiguring currents of culture

echoing vultures — serpenting, side-winding, co-signing

popular icons and high value artisans and their artifacts

can’t tend to void what you holler back

seek and destroy what you paid

all that you gave

three shades that’s ingrained



you jettisoned efforts to crescent the purity evident in every crevice

incredulous urgency — cynical

sycophantic — symptomatic of currency

arguing over the status of status

the stasis of dead homo sapiens

treated as trinkets, delinquents, and atoms in sequence

out-of-sequence by the graphs you deleted



science mixes bodies

muddies faces/dictions

people/hair/fire

metal/platelets/friction

at an arm’s length — a subtle pointillism

you can see it breathe

how he held the ‘ism

how he held the ‘ism



sitting in the middle of a red room

at the dead center of a black star



sitting in the middle of a blue room

at the dead center of a black star

anti-star…





Beans v.1



This is New Age Asphyxiation w/ mic cords
tarot card King of Swords -
action weaver of strange fires
put the panic on watts -
frenzy illustrated when my powers prevail
a blade in the trick or treat
that roars rapping your pain in closed caption
no love w/ the sound phased out
no peace a repetition in ashes -
as above so below buggin’ out -
like animals in cages collages -
the cadence is a maze of no emergence -
voices from HELL pay homage
Take their hats off - the fire cries out in hunger
when I was younger I hungered and never
satisfied - now I’m older still bolder
and never placated -
I know hunger - it wasn’t far for me to remember -
in a crowd of scars called memory -
I never severed -
harmly hardly under a palm tree
rock the body, body so healthy and hearty -
bury a body harshly bashed w/a nail-studded wooden plank arch-rivalry -
hovering at 40 ft. wingspan apathy -
trapped between the lines -
writing my way out -
my escape route -
was a trapdoor when I fell through the floor
in a flask of bad serum-
it’s the autobiography of poison gas in full bloom
taken all your birthdays with the waves crushing you -
wack effeminate rap - tits tattooed on its back
made myself into a drug intoxicant to fly as a pilot - on a flight-
working from home your face called in sick-
non-odor-resistant funk game of surprise calligraphy hostilities urn -
dog w/ no bite bark loud litany assail
lion ate literature des-tabl-izor 28 centimeters wide incisor roar
no recompense penmanship -render yours worthless -
my verse vs. your verses
a relationship to living better in retrospect devoid of touch or taste an endless darkness -unrest of death
subdued rinse you - shitheads colonic - quiet and catatonic
the papyrus hybrid - ink designer virus -
the dialogue of a plaque - viperette in a phase
zap fantastique take a look at ME NOW
American Tint - war is a verb the color is cruel -
make money money talk playing w/ her money bags
I smoke any hairy who w/a harem of outworldly
words - that bewildered perpetrators of a fraud - denounced dormant -
phonic pus exude a discharge of ooze -
rhymes Saturn rings around you -
bag of zeros hang yourselves achieve new heights -
no fresh in your formula -
a spraycan of goof be gone dung thrown@ the frail - don’t waste your tears or rust -
your world ends w/o warning -
a walk of shame towards epiphany of a fond memory
no longer a friend - drop shit on ‘em
microphones I been accident prone -
got your self - esteem running out of steam
to the beat it’s Bliss Killer Ballbeam -
Hunger Reaper well-fed the reaper for rent
un-alives you - as if you black and not wearing a name tag-
you ain’t leaving Subway w/a AT4 rocket launcher
on your back w/o leaving in a body bag
no compliance -
you can forget it -
they shot Pamela Turner in Texas when she was pregnant -
I dreamed that I was a prisoner
and the shackles was love -
and love was too self-absorbed to grant affection in return
but I was afraid to give it a chance to try -
Dejected -
I dreamed I was an astronaut floating away from myself -
that found himself w/nowhere else
to turn -



Hemlock Ernst v.2



offering paupers a posturing pendulum

pending dimensional codas in swallowing

overtures oboes and obelisks symphonic monolith

scarecrow of terrorists railroad the populace

feed at the feet of conglomerates

bleed at the knees from abandonment

tear at church, bury their head in the earth

burn down the perish and perch, that is perishing

inside primordial kerosene heaters that feed us

the rats for the hogs and the hogs for the fetus

the lack of a rawness the reason they need us

the reason they eat us

they eat us



fist over fist the abyss of mechanical engines, don’t tire

or cling to the lyre

the Pling Plang Plung

interstitial to cigarette choirs that swallow the wire

and Sing They Sung

smoking hopelessly chimney stacks opening

belching an animas

billow amalgamates

birthing Heironymous ominous abstract american arrogant dominance

critics of artisans business as usual



sitting in the middle of a blue room at the dead center of a black star — thinking



as force feeding a foster child on false icons

infuses a lack of love

devolving into abused states of relation

a shell forming equation

you’ve invested in cinematic eradication

an infatuation with prat falls

the harder the death star forming over mouths foaming

moths to origami flame

ostracized the bloody born tame

metastasized the digital footprint of genius

what genus do you call fiendish — english

parasitic papacy in chains — my aim

took it from a book you were given because it shares your name

FAME

you wanna learn to live forever

you better learn how to die, quick

blind sick

lay yourself on the cross before you fly

parallel betwixt the sediment and the sky



forever a monitor and no reminder…





Beans vs. 2



The assaults of Ahmaud, Breonna, and George of the most recently forcibly removed
started once we crossed these shores with the sorrow imbedded in the soil -
due to Covid, we remain quarantined for our safety you can’t leave but I’m exhausted
by what I read on my news feed -
everyday - yet it’s derelict to turn away -
words are the wick of a powder keg when none were previously held accountable-
as the nights burned like Nikes when Kaepernick was kneeling-
peaceful protests tattered in pieces people riot for the police unprovoked
barrage of chastisement-
frustrated as the writer once words failed -
Elon Musk launched Space X -
on the day of protests -
during a pandemic looking for a quick way to leave -
I guess the 1% are in a rush before Bunker Bitch Donald hid in a bunker-
he played golf as the world burned-
all in all - looking back -
2020 was a cheese grater vibrator -
beyond wack -
a sad fact -
and on top of that -
Amy Cooper got her dog back