It’s been awhile since I’ve posted some poems, so here’s some goddamn poems! These are three samples of a collection I’ve been slowly compiling. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what I’m going for here. As of now, I’m taking random pieces of imagery and morphing them into full-on LSD freak-outs. There’s a… Continue reading Psilocybin, Anal Sex, and Videogames
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Sunday Morning Metal Poetry
My favorite kind of poem is the split poem. Basically, they’re two separate poems that share the same universe, offer an alternate view or continue the theme established in the first poem into further territory. We’re keeping with the metal poetry theme here of course. Rosaceae Death/Quantrill’s Children Baroness – Blue Record A… Continue reading Sunday Morning Metal Poetry
Poetry Up Your Ass
The title says it all, folks. These are two of many poems I’ve written that are directly inspired by my favorite metal albums. Both of these works pertain to a particular album, and their words derive from that album’s lyrics, cover art, atmosphere, mood, pretty much anything I could grab from the music. Think… Continue reading Poetry Up Your Ass
Surreal Fruits and Flavors: A Preview of Le Li
So, how the hell do I promote a book that I wrote without sounding like a douche? By saying as little about it as possible and allowing our fine (and probably incredibly handsome) Alternative Control readers make up their own minds on whether this stuff connects with them or not. I’ll provide this short introduction… Continue reading Surreal Fruits and Flavors: A Preview of Le Li
Love in “Pink”
These poems are from a collection tentatively titled “Pink.” It’s a collection of love poetry that doesn’t shy away from grandiose imagery. The phrases are simple, sugary and steeped in high hopes for both clean, cuddly adoration and super lustful passion eternal. Rook Atop of the tower in the enchanted fields We are king… Continue reading Love in “Pink”
Limericks: A Sample from the “Ketchup and Mustard” Mini-Collection
The girl that we like’s got some flub She takes up the entire tub She smells like old custard Her skin looks like mustard She’s dead, but we’re horny for grub –
Scene Haikus
Where is the sound guy? Smoking weed behind dumpster Keyboards are too low