You,
I'm tired. I'm alone. I don't belong.
I bought a new hat.
It's black with a chin strap.
It's a good hat.
It's my hat.
It's also your hat.
It's its own hat.
How bout that?
It goes on a head.
Nothin makes sense,...even my hat.
Let's do life while we have it. After we die we will
understand.
No resistance.
No Pretense.
Our existense.
A PERPETUAL PICKLE PARADOX.
Let me speak to you out of the blue. Let us call upon
the elders, the ancient teachers, to speak in our presence
with mystic favor in unheard flavors of the blackest white
and the deepest shallow.
Must we walk out here in the nothingness and wait for
something to color us?
Waiting...
Anxious to slip through the maroon, velvet curtain and
emerge in that dark room, a billion lives wide, soul naked,
without shape or form or limit, pure and true like babys
blood.
Oh day star, Oh great Sun I'm tired of skint knees.
Like a kid loves creeks, I'd like to make it rain a better
day.
Everything I do is what i suck at.
Suck at what i do i hope it tastes bad.
Never been one to care what the neighbors think.
Ancient sweet I eat the meat.
Eat the meat.
Wanton youth. . . I'll wear that suit.
Everything I have is everything I am, and that not
worth a damn.
I don't feel the worth.
My August angry birth.
I don't feel the need. . .
to breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Who are we? Where are we goin?
Help me through this transition. Make me a comforter of
supposition for my foolish ambitions. Give me a shatterproof
independence.
Loud and messy death
Temple blue vein.
Southern slow slang.
Larva, Jarva.
Leavin' are ya?
Guts came out his ass.
Brain came out his mouth.
Girls came out the house.
To catch a surface glimpse.
Warm Indian summer, all but gone. Nothin promised.
Creep on, sleep is over.
God violently tiptoeing across my posterior.
Should've never been made. Never been laid.
I always forget to zip my fly.
Not our idea of having fun, we took shoulder to reach
the sun.
As harmless as an indigo snake.
As dangerous as an open mind.
I don't want to sing beautiful
I just want to sing true.
As my mind pushed heavy against the interior of my
noggin, the pressure closed my eyes but the after-image
remained, and blended bloody, grey and black in the swirling
shower of a sweating sky.
Maybe.
Get Lazy. Get Hazy. Get Crazy.
Get Dazed.
Don't miss the world.
Don't miss the swirl.
Jump on in.
Bare skinned.
Friends.
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