STAND UP AND SCREAM!  SCREAM TILL WE ARE LOUDER THAN THE INTERNET! LOUDER THAN NATIONAL NEWS!

Let’s murder apathy.  Let’s chase dreams.  We want to encourage you to bleed for the Moon.

POETRY TO THE MASSES!

Hello everyone.  My name is Money.

CATCH ME UP ON WHY MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS  WAIT!  LOOK GUYS! THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERES A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN

CATCH ME UP ON WHY MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS  WAIT!  LOOK GUYS! THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERES A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THERE’S A CAT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN

Contrary to popular belief you will experience multiple true loves.

Ancient Greeks believed the first humans had four eyes, four arms, four legs, two noses, two mouths, two minds.

The Gods feared their power and seared each creature into two separate beings. Two arms, two legs, two...

It's a game

There is no blueprint to what you can do, you can change your life every single day.

I don’t dream about being a renowned poet.

I dream about New Orleans and Tibetan mountains bottom of Earth’s vast blue Human-applied toilet outskirts of universe’s skirt Anarchism and up side down crosses being recognized as up side down crosses and nothing more. I dream about kicking the moon...

The Kitchen Poet is a dreamer that doesn't just dream when asleep.

Our first date was stolen cheese cake in a walmart.

Picked up terrified poet is Brattleboro

Poet acts asinine

dumped in Erie.

I’m sorting my shit out and will be back August 1st.

I hope to make love with you without touching again.

Bubble bath cuddling

knife tongue fights.

But you I will...

Chickenshit

Declare imagination independent scare the chickensouls Arizone sunsets Songs of Walmart once more sung Chicago’s envious woman with guns sing Hang blankets over the van’s windows giggle flowers mmm… what? I was distracted remiscining Buffalo & dropping the dollar.

We need those WILLING TO CUT THEMSELVES OPEN FOR WHAT THEY LOVE

"Let’s put Jesus back on the crucifix 

because we need a savior

that’s not an Xbox”

Here’s an excerpt from the travelogue I’m writing published at The Artist Unleashed. I’m lucky, because enough crazy shit has happened that I can write a true story and have it be moderately entertaining.

I hope you enjoy this!

Fair warning, profanity and sexual content.

One of our poets almost killed? The hell?

I want your roses in my mouth,

I found the North Star

in the South.

I demand your roses in my mouth, I found the North Star in the South