kummerspeck, german for grief lard (nightmare logic 2) in poetry

crushed in corinthian crash diets
bashed into an ignominious equilibrium
mathed into amethyst
balanced or at least that’s the gist
criticized into some crippled-up tedium
desire caught up in a steel snare trap
a vast fortune of memories past
drops in a bucket but good to the last
everything fucked or at least in a cast
familiarity breeds new content providers
dark horse shaded by venetian blinders
brethren cisterns what are you gonna do
when dipsomania runs wild over you?
hypoglycemic glossolalia hypnagoga jumps
the cutting clutter bramble of dreams
waking up so much harder than it seems
she read your palms good with stage blood
color of angels toting plagues and floods
real estate bubbles pop into liquidity
cycles repeat in walls rife with temerity
choose between evil or just stupidity
the outcome stays fundamentally the same
they make the fortune you get the blame
privatize the capital gains for prophets
socialize the legacy of liminal losses
say you’re envious of how we’re luminous
as we bleed up out on golgotha’s crosses
oh darling if you think that today’s rough
tomorrow baby they get to the good stuff

Last updated March 11, 2016