Mossman Cense

Burnt graphite from
Wooden pencils
And charred ink
From cheap pens

Clashes with the dark halls
Of college buildings
Flashlight lit to
Permeate paranoia

Waterlogged woods in rain
Into Green River
To runoff and drain
Through blacktop lanes

A lurking wraith
With no legs
Silent hovering
Stalking the place

But a face
Frozen in horror
And hooded reach
To touch with dank hands

Of mossy fingers
Slowly roaming
These somber halls
Plying as it goes

The spirit of Green River
A marshy haunting in
Grim labyrinthine corridors:
Neurosis be thy name

Unfathomable Paranoia

Pit of the stomach feels
Immense

Empty

Like there’s air inside
But it’s escaping through
A little needle hole

Bad For You

Energy drinks are “bad for you”
Even if they’re delicious

But what can be really bad is
Fake news and alternative facts

And people upset over who they voted for
Safe spaces without triggers

It’s hard to keep track of these days
All the stuff that’s bad for you

1984 is popular again
The book and nostalgia

The Bachelor is brainless
Big Bang Theory isn’t very funny

Buzzfeed
Fucking Buzzfeed, man

The_Donald and
EnoughTrumpSpam

Echo chambers

Russia and China the
Superpowers

ISIS and Syria
Definitely unhealthy

The Pirate Bay sails again
4chan and Wikileaks are omnipresent

Just like the NSA and CIA

Snowden and Assange are
On the run because they did

What they thought was right

Putin and Trump have fun
In political cartoons

Old celebrities are dying
And everyone’s surprised

Students are in debt
Jobs are tougher to find

Among all the stuff
That’s bad for you

Member berries
Rick and Morty Season 3 not out yet

Blasphemy is bad for you
And so is a government bipartisan

Islamaphobia
Mexico

Disagreeing is bad for you
Coca Cola is bad for you

Consumerism is bad for you
“It’ll kill you”

Spending money is bad
If you’re not saving it

College is screwed up
“Education’s a joke”

It’s all bad for you
Living: bad for you

Breathing can be bad
Under the right circumstances

The ocean is bad for you
Cars are dangerous

The outsider who offered
To give you a ride is bad for you

Everything is bad for you
No good without bad

Once you realize that
Every moment is a fluke

You can stop and properly smell the roses
With their thorns that are bad for you

Or enjoy the shining summer sun
That can give you cancer

Die to an allergy to your favorite food
Or be murdered by your lover

Risk or reward, pleasure or pain…
It’s all bad for you in some impossible way

Mute Quake

Mute Quake

It’s
Dead
Ahead

Droning
Thudding
Dribbling
Budding

Footsteps pulsating

Vibrating
Echoing
Juddering
Resonating

Intruder stalking

Snooping
Creeping
Slinking
Sneaking

Paranoia steeping

Maniacking
Delusioning
Neurosising
Lunacing

Shades illusory

Hallucinating specters
Horrifying ghosts
Smokey mirrors
Nerve-racking trespassers

Dangerous wraiths

White noise
Terror evinced
Poltergeist vision
Static reception

Unsteadily searching

Through the hallways
Muffled feet walking
Cautiously creaking boards
On floors proximate

A prowler lingers

Falling dust from ceiling
Skittering and clattering above
Sweat beads on forehead
Anxiety tingle is elevating

Sensing sinister shuffling someplace

He won’t be found
He can’t be found
Not until
He finds you

Something behind

Rattling in
The hallway
Yet when turned to face
Nothing is there

Pitch heightens

Darkening
Shadows fluctuating
Shapeshifting audio discrepancies
A voice from below

It’s only nothing
Reverberating off
Skylights
And walls

Silhouette in window

Morphs away into a
Tangling rose bush
Blowing in
Wind

Grey shapes

Melding
Manifesting
Cresting
Evaporating

Something here is off

Tremoring

Walking
Slowly
In a
Hall