"Arkhos" meaning "most important" 04/15/18

Visionaries came fourth,
chopping down mountain ridges into highways
smelling of white baby powder.
 
butt hurt, not because i'm a soft bag of emotions
but because pegging the first time leaves you a bit saddle sore.
 
entertaining in home instead of at the bar,weather it be for a mother in law or a manajatwa.unspoken fantasies eat ideas on a simple walk to the bathroom.
 
do i remember how to pretend for these people?
i'm a charade box built into a lie falling from the snapped cord elevator shaft.
 
Charzard drinking cherry coke.
 
i pulled into the driveway and just sat there thinking of you. how your lips lunge for words on fluffy white cloud dreams that i built for engine failure.
 
a nick nack paddywack on a second hand shop shelf.emotions never anticipated me being so brass,blount,and balls to the walls gung ho.
 
maybe i'm a stupid pope ass hat.
 
i played Axis & Allies building up tank driven Germany, conquering  Belgum and the Netherlands for submarine strongholds;but that was years ago and have greeted a billion thoughts and strangers placing pizza and medication orders since then.
 
i've contemplated suicide, Pizza hut salad bars, and Alpha voice impersonations from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers T.V. show; not to mention pink fizzing bubble bath bombs breaking the surface of a hottub i don't own.
 
will my memories and ideas live on in verse for the hungry,young,eager eyes? maybe through donated body parts,scatter me to a hundred amputees and doner lists if need.
 
archnemesis, archdiosis,close down the department store mall in my mind.four story ball pits connected by rope netting ramps,confetti cannons causing commotion.bumper cars,virtual reality simulator roller coasters you build the track yourself.
 
broad sword,broad side cynic. theres too much bread on this sandwhich and not enough white punk rock princess legs;not enough leather studded hand job make out session red lipstick stains.
 
Royce Union silver piece of junk i snuck around the side,traded back for my dark green GT DYNO;not that a tradeback requires permission or anything.his big sister seemed like a whore anyways.
 
some people say "let me AXE you a question aigh't?", those people are dumb and need to fix their sentence; my structure and spelling suck sometimes, but its about the attempt to better ourselves.
 
charlie horse in the morning as you wake up,thats what i want to be if i come back as a ghost.gripe all you want or greet me as the person you thought you knew.i narrowly escaped sliting my own throat by accident, well off to the injection chamber chair.
 
what would you choose for a last meal before you died? i'd say boneless fried chicken,mashed potatoes with white pepper gravy, macaroni & cheese,and 2 glass bottles of Coca-Cola.maybe an October calendar pin up girl airplane tattoo, tearing away at what i thought would be the road to a new future,a better future.
 
 
burn me on the books i though would make a difference,yet i would never have time to read. am i a lot like you? trembling heart in a burlap sac being slung around,beaten against walls?
 
do me a favor,write a poem and staple it to a random telephone pole down the street;we're all dead people talking and the chatter will consume us.why not plant a thought with seeds strait from the heirloom library?