Manny Calavera

Ask me: Hey, how about another poem?

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

@TimOfLegend Ske-bee bop, BOP!
You said this to me in your sleep.
The cracks in my skull...
Lugubrious.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

@cancel_that You know, sweetheart, if there's one thing I've learned, it's this: nobody knows what's gonna happen at the end of the line, so you might as well enjoy the trip.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Eruption.
Everythingness.
Ha!
Rise up!

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

CAN YOU HEAR ME SAYING NOTHING?
Dig this real.
In the slaughterhouse of my soul...
The Center...

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Ignore me.
Rise up!
Why?
You said this to me in your sleep.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

...and forever...
Ha!
I'm severely touched!
Wantingness.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

disappointment.
I curl into a fist.
Like, pow!
Why?

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Alone.
Dig this real.
The lie.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

...absolution!
Don't pet the cat that way.
Wholeness.
You said this to me in your sleep.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Beholding.
...grotesque...
Ha!
Pain killer. Pain. Killer.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

...bones... bones... bones...
Can it be yesterday?
Ha!
Oh, yeah.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Go, go, GO!
Lugubrious.
The lie.
Wholeness.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Falling...
Go, go, GO!
Heh, heh, heh, I am not laughing out of joy.
I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Confuse yourselves!
I crave disappointment.
Lugubrious.
The phone is for me.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Can you hear what I am suffering?
Forgive these five sins...
I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
The Center...

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Can you see what I'm smelling?
Go, go, GO!
Ha!
Wallow.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Clambake!
Don't pet the cat that way.
The lie.
Woman?

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Go, baby.
Hurting.
Meaning!
The phone is for me.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

I'm severely touched!
I reach out...
Lugubrious.
The lie.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

Can you hear what I am suffering?
I'm severely touched!
Myself, MY Self...
You said this to me in your sleep.

[Manny Calavera @Year2Poetry]

...beauty, a roundness?
CAN YOU HEAR ME SAYING NOTHING?
I ache.
Ske-bee bop, BOP! Ske-bee bop, BOP!