That Fire Quagmire

I am wedded to my whims, so sorry

like the flick I’m taken

I am trying to take a string of failures

and make it amount to greatness.

The latest fashion, I don’t adorn it

The market, I am trying to corner it

I throw dice into blackholes and hope for the best outcome

Then, when nothing happens, I ask, “how come?”


Akin to abra

I cadabra.

Like a fresh cadaver, I hardly matter.

I’m a legend in my own mind, sure

but that’s where it starts.

Please do not be mad at me, sweetheart

I’m addressing the ether, which is where these words wind up

As crooked as I am, I have something lined up

Friend or foe? – those two are not mutually exclusive

Like thoughts about how life began

success is elusive



I’m resisting temptation, that’s right

as of now

my vow’s intact.

I have one head

And wear a thousand hats

Now you know where mine is at.

Ignorance is bliss

and so I’m living quite heavenly

I think I am my own worst











Random Pt. 25

They want to harangue me

Explain to me my faults.

No quick fixes, they say

Pick a course/stay a course

Divorce it – you die.

This is my reality

you call it excuses.

These are my thoughts

I call them convoluted.

Behavior, savior, and no I’d never rape her

I’ve never hit a woman and NO I’d never TAKE HER

These are words distressing and absurd

Not a blessing

Just your curse.


It can’t be only drugs, sober I’m equally as hopeless

But I know – if it were you, you’d find a better way to cope with it

So it’s me, the problem

My brain’s a bad apple and it’s rotten to the core

I cannot wait to see what the market has in store

Spending Time Making Silly Rhymes

Catapulting cattle to Seattle

Go canoe to Honolulu

Sipping Chardonnay with Marvin Straight.


A math club in a bath tub. Or

a Frenchman with a henchman.

Live stream of your border collie making origami

Die alone with an iPhone. Or

Passing away while playing Madden 28.


Painting a mural of what’s going on with your neural

A suicide pact with Sylvia Plath. Or

A smoking Session with Jeff

Death is no disaster

“Hey, you stole my joke!” – 😡

I’m Buster Baxter.



I Like the Word Fathom

I like the word fathom

as the title suggests

I cannot fathom

not liking it.

I cannot fathom biking it

to Nicaragua

Or eating Pluto

in one spoonful

I cannot fathom being raped

by a towering, massive cell mate

But what I can fathom

is shitting soiling myself

to drive potential rapists away

I cannot fathom

the existence of that dumbass


I cannot fathom having

a mushroom on a stick


the modest inch of 6

I cannot fathom fandom

I can fathom indifference

in times of decision

I can fathom derision

in unison when

a student keeps the class hostage

by asking a question

with 1 minute left

I cannot fathom a world without

answers from Jeeves and Google searches

I cannot fathom stealing

elderly ladies’ purses

I cannot fathom

a worldwide national anthem

I cannot fathom being handsome

But when I look in the mirror –

Maybe I can fathom

I cannot fathom an actual phantom

disrupting an opera – that

I really

cannot fathom

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 Random Pt. 21

Overwhelming impatience

consumes much of the room

designated as Reservations.

So upset that I look forward to

someone instigating an altercation

Duking it out in Downtown streets

Onlookers are proud

of their civility, tranquility

In contrast with this savage

who draws all who are around to the center

“Yeah, yeah! Right there! Oooo. That’s it!”

Walking away from the madness

And then life gets boring

I’m scuffing cleats

evading the scene.

This isn’t just baseball,

It’s the Major League

Big league


Scrapping with a guy by the name of Big Lee

Cutting up a pineapple at midnight

Wondering if this person is a man or a dyke

Vulgarity….is that all right?

I always thought Dragon Ball Z was boring

I’m sorry! 😦

Snickering at a joke.

Its comprehensibility exists

only between you and I.

If either of us die

the jokes that live inside get euthanized.

And we want to keep comedy alive…right?

Starbucks and Dunkin’ in a stare down

Suggesting the former to show who you came with

money is no issue.

Now everyone has to spend

more than they wanted to –

groaning on the inside, assenting on the outside

Buying a little sign to signal

that they’re right there with you

doing decent in the middle class.

Imagine overcoming all nerves

and against all odds

going on that thing they call “date”

and you choose the latter instead.

You will go home with uncertainty

She must think: Damn,

this guy is broke as fuck.

You expected her to believe the following impossibility:

Dunkin’ is “like horribly underrated”

and to be “like totally honest”, Dunkin’s coffee is “like the greatest”

A burst of laughter from the two of you

“Reality is: I’m trying to save money…because ummm right now I’m a little financially screwed.”

^ All it takes to love this dude

Peace once you point out every elephant in your proximity

A blank notebook is opportunity and creation

Starting to grow a neckbeard

And i must say,

I think it looks alright.

A lap dance at a funeral

Altering the globe forever from a cubical

A girl

who is magnetizing.

A girl

who presses charges

when you pretend that you’re stuck to her.

Interrupting a conversation one too many times

Becoming self-conscious: Man, I have to stop;

I look like an asshole

When you leave: What a self centered jagoff, this guy

A whale of a time, taking the obligatory pictures

in the background dead polar bears,

an iceberg dissolving into the mixture

Super cautious, think again whenever

nearing nonsense inexcusable

or unbearable grandstanding

At worst, hold your head right above


or right below the thresh.

Random Pt. 20

Smoking meth with Aaron Paul

Going to the bathroom just

to roam the halls.


Aimless. Fameless. The Life & Times

of Nameless.


Wardrobe so old, so old

Every combination I’ve adorned

Wear my father’s shirt

for a change.


I like raccoons, wish I

saw them more often.


A bag of chips and Xbox One

A life without a daughter or son

At this point nothing will be fun

until I do what I believe

must be done


Desire ambiguous. So,

fulfillment unattainable

like a child on his toes unable

to reach the Trix on the fridge

so he drags over the chair from the table


Perhaps there’s a chance…

Dumb and Dumber-type chance


Energy drinks made me forget

what water is.

Complaining about being fatherless?

But you don’t know what you missed


Feeling confident like having breath

minty. When you swap spit during

a kiss. Or wake up on test day –

ready to ace.

Adderall-infused study sessions

paved the way


For now, I have nothing more to say…