you ought to see the getup i wear
louder than brass and stinking of yesterday
running the light daily
even when not late
this morning,
so late I even took time to smoke on the veranda
breathing in and out the night before
its sleep and mad dreams
speaking silently to myself
Sunday, December 17, 2006
rabalabadingdong
Smooth surface,
mop and glow feeling
the floor in my shower
the dance in my feet
I seem unable to make sense of what I think
or at least put it down on paper
view my taste
the funk of last night
the xray of the world
cannot penetrate your mind silly fool
mop and glow feeling
the floor in my shower
the dance in my feet
I seem unable to make sense of what I think
or at least put it down on paper
view my taste
the funk of last night
the xray of the world
cannot penetrate your mind silly fool
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Alone in December
0430
longing for a sane day
Long Live the Day
save the people
I Serve to remember the glory
save my darling
I wear knitted mittens to remember my Mother
i love you sweetie
I eat wheat off the stalk to remember my Grandpa
i love you so much my body is dead
I cry because I miss you
longing for a sane day
Long Live the Day
save the people
I Serve to remember the glory
save my darling
I wear knitted mittens to remember my Mother
i love you sweetie
I eat wheat off the stalk to remember my Grandpa
i love you so much my body is dead
I cry because I miss you
Monday, December 11, 2006
turtle butt
hold on babe cause we go here around and bound for mishap again over asunder over grover under driven livid just wait to the throws of why everyone glow even if morose in sun or snow glob of light maybe without sight even reason or delight to know its ends just love and sin smile just winning given or proud aloud its beginning
drink it out
everyone has their pouring troubles
just mix them with some amber bubbles
let that baby face be stubbles
mabye go and break some shit
i know where there are some old computers
the bin full of glass bottles
or we could find out where that guy you hate lives
i'll go
just mix them with some amber bubbles
let that baby face be stubbles
mabye go and break some shit
i know where there are some old computers
the bin full of glass bottles
or we could find out where that guy you hate lives
i'll go
dec.06
no bad dreams this morning
not hungry
not even thirsty
no pending trail
or fear of the police
no absorbent fine
no bitter coffee
no dead battery
no belly ache
just a heel bruise
red corduroy hat
unfinished mix tape
and a dirty thumb
not hungry
not even thirsty
no pending trail
or fear of the police
no absorbent fine
no bitter coffee
no dead battery
no belly ache
just a heel bruise
red corduroy hat
unfinished mix tape
and a dirty thumb
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Old Yeller
Laughter falls above a loud ringing
the dance of fools,
I can trick you with my straight face,
do you hear my cadence
do you hear the click clack
I would die to be with you,
My heart burns to see and feel you
I walk prostrate
to get the job done and see you!
Dance with me fool of life
I burn out my insides
my eyes
my head
everything feels like it is bleeding
sanity
the dance of fools,
I can trick you with my straight face,
do you hear my cadence
do you hear the click clack
I would die to be with you,
My heart burns to see and feel you
I walk prostrate
to get the job done and see you!
Dance with me fool of life
I burn out my insides
my eyes
my head
everything feels like it is bleeding
sanity
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