the monotone

sitting around
no place to go
there is no one to talk to
there is no show
my cigarettes
just might last
if i dont drink whats in my grasp
work broke me
right from the start
left me enough to do my wash
but i dont even have motivation
to drop those quarters
at the gas station
i could write
i could draw
piss all over the bar wash room wall
heed to your beckoning call
go live on a reservation
crap comes in many forms
in gut wrentching eyes
in s**t storms
its on your prick or your toothpick
open your mind and give a big one
rambled down a languid path
remembered no good things could last
foot steps to be blinded had
and fell right straight down onto my ass
comedy when at its best
much like breathing
glows in your chest
continuesuntil nothings left
but the reverere to take a rest
pretending that you did your best
but yourself you know better
with any luck you'll know it could be worse
and always will be off course
that there is nothing to know
but what you do right now
people they will never change
the problem you know will grow deranged
forget about the ordinary song you wrote
and treat tomorrow the same

green machine

my bride the earth
indigo veil
face of dirt
i am her paracite
drawing her orgasm
traversing her lava spills
lamenting about her girth

Sanity

Likend to old moss or gritty leaves
Soon my forest will come
I yearn for the forest
I long to be under mother natures arm
Smell her Smells
Walk her roads
and drink of her springs
It's sexual, it's alive it is the world
Arms outstretched

I bend over backwards and fall to the ground
mother nature catches me in her arms and surrounds me with pine boughs
I am happy here listening to her sounds
Home.

ROBOTMENTALWIREDHARDRIVEREDDER

Ordinary day, lined on Chestnut St.
Do you know the Fever that is alive in us all!!!
Spring will emerge in the world everywhere but here
Bulbs will burst forth letting their flowers perfume the land
Trees will weep
Birds will sing
Love is to be had.

Antipasto

I am dumbstruck by myself
Who is this person
Am I mentally insane at points and crystal clear the next
my fogged mentality must be brought on by long periods of solitude
puncuated by short weekends with Virginia.
The odor of death chokes me like a rag doll in a dogs mouth.
(as a farmer) God Send Rain upon my land!

Whoa Energy Rush

SO I am recouping after 5-8 dark beers that I had last night, I kind of feel really old so noone make fun of me for being a lamo and only getting hurt after 5-8 dark beers.
whoa nelly
you had better walk that horse into the stable.
Yikes
my good friends
onion domes/penis
russian fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLUEEULB

Have a dainty day, open your cosmic natural life
forward yourself from here to a wonderful place
your happy place?
My happy place?

Orgasmic cyclical nature corresponds with tantric desire
my fetish for the complete package
the whole
I haven't ever been this frisky in my entire life?
Does that sound normal to you
contend with a skewed perspective of your sexuality?
Too much sexuality if you ask me, everywhere, every photo
everyday.
my life is complex beyond comprehension
May the Smokey Mountains engulf me.