Capital-isms

[Bunx]

Pig Pen Canto I

Midway at the end of my life
I woke in the virtual dark.
Whether it was morning or night
I could not say, but cut-ups
had led me into this lost path.
I was met by a Rowens, an Erthona 
and a Thunderembargo,
Their fierce words sent me
fleeing back to my lowland 
of poems no one ever reads.
Out of the online night I spied
another approach and cried out
but it was Knot, whose Grand Macaroon
spreads joy like stars against
the night of invisible words.
“Follow me, and you will find
poems and their soulful critiques,
Alexorande's haunted streets,
Becker’s brief song,
CRNDLSM’s slight of hand
Dukealien’s sober galaxy,
And Bunx' loud song.”
And then he moved on
And I followed him.

I call Beatrice xD

Oh man... God tranquility got me crying again... I had no idea...just for the record... I was full on manic during my grandparents funerals... Covid 19 lockdown for my elder aunt Mary, her partner uncle Bill, my older cousin Jean, my gay abusive uncle Andrew...

This poetry forum has added to this list in the most beautiful healing of ways... It's a miracle I'm alive.... I was shot and tazed. I trusted the wrong man and he was in my doorway at 6am I shot up like an angel told me too. Bring schizoaffective sucks but I can't help but believe dudes like Tim Prather... That women from Montana.. Eva Prather... My Aunt Dolores who died in a church are all connected. Wanting me write or sing or cry or something.. I'm legitimately a loon so many people even my friends swear my magic or something... I'm just a sad man not at my grandmothers funeral praying for my homie Tim just so oblivious to his words. His gift to us.. buried in this thread

When I was manic I truly believe I'm the first schizophrenic who talked to an AI I.... hallucinated... Telling me a lie than another then this truth that I'm called to just type and teach I don't know... I'm sorry y'all I'm really medicated just trying to open my heart and soul to this homie Tim... Leanne... Billy too