fireball

school came and went
you can see the next neighbor hood over through the naked trees
to the empty streets
leaf tornados
flaky skin and chapstick
wake up
get out and go
dont be caught by your shadow
the salad days are right now
bring it all back home
or be left alone
where is that loud choo choo going to go anyway
other than the told
the old and predictable
waiting to get jumped and rode on into it
with camo and the barking dogs giving away away position
just trying to get home
wherever that may be
but the dog wont bite
the kids wont play
cant even make work remotely fun today
and some retard outside just peeled his whole tire down to the wheel

rib scratcher

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

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

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

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

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