End it all red

I can't tell you how much
I miss writing
only a fresh pair of wings feels as good
I can't tell you how much wasted  time I've wasted just sitting by the wayside, wasting away being wasted
waist deep in this shit creek
Sure there are plenty of pretty flowers growing there along the shore
I can't tell you how much I hate myself for withering so
A dagger in the lung
Socially inept.
with dope we had a bond with any variation we had a shared prison
I tortured type of living
A mutual
Death

Busted balloons

Ugly thinking likes dirty words to comfort the wiggles from its decay and wormy gallows. _ I no longer suffices _ Just another dirty word keeping me company _ in a wild sad world full of lonely loners. _ aborted abilities without mothers love. Left out left side lied to leaving languid laws. Now we have hate crimes as melody. Sing with fear and try untying the future.

Hey Jeff That seth sounds slurred

He heard herds of hers and hises,
 
Shirts of dumpy dirts

spreading hurts for squirts

All the writes wronging along

Biting tits for toothless kids

Just more reasons to entice lids
twixt
All them Mothers against mothering nothing

Shoulda been smothering another single mother

Grip the pillow like a cliff edge

AND LEAN IN ON IT

TILL THE RIOTS QWELL

Bees Buzz and Babies Brawl

Annoying
just a lot of noise
I expect it from one of the boys toys
you inject it into me
it's one of your favorite droid toys
but we're not in Ireland all moist
Joyce isnt even a choice
we left on the coffee table
s*** knee deep like I'm living in a horse stable
Unstable unbelievable
often ends
with me off my meds
turning heads
at intersections
Spreading these infections
Slap me with linguistic corrections
don't tell me how to speak bitch
what I got the streets 4?
if it aint to learn how to twitch
between sentences
Ones pronounced by doing time
you said you wanted to assist me
wanted to help me out
I guess that's what you meant by  giving me head

And AIDS

guess against me

ione accusation under one
goddamned damd dog
  nur die tur von dieser hande
aufmachen offen hoffenlich
ich spare nicht unsere kopfvohnungen
aber korper tot gemacht hatte

i am the broken heart u had for breakfast
i am lost to time
tick tock we find blurry the hurry they why and the shit cackles back
i am the last thing on your checklist
cant make out why i cant make out with
l dentist's apprentice
me the dark part
sits alone in sharked parks
just enough to be sparked

"Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years!" -LL Cool J

Some may say that all there is to life is a persistent and unending flow of a otherwis random events as if in tune with a rhythm shared by all objects, subjects, and even the rejects; a parade of fools aluf in this orderly chaos. "Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years!" LL Cool J
Some may say that all there is to life is a persistent and unending flow of a otherwis random events as if in tune with a rhythm shared by all objects, subjects, and even the rejects; a parade of fools aluf in this orderly chaos.

The twisted tree

Sometimes I'm more like my father
Than I'd ever wish to be
Slinger of Stone aged attitudes
Stuck nudging one another in the corridor

Drunk on a dozen dead languages
Its the Lounge singer in me
That gets me from this old A to Z
Keepin it real Coliqueal like hang wit cha

Lofted into knowing too much
Sick to my stump neck
From one too many Getting my oil checks
Sick like sucked up in such and such

Sum day
we gonna go away
And not come back another day
Just decay and escape from all that naked fear that has driven me thus far...

Is gone. Just forever.

Treeted Meat Beware

I ruptured crumbled TV you in bed chewing bitch little bits of my own teeth
It almost be comical crack a smile this shit is beyond belief

Out beyond the whole is the nation's hallucination I felt crazy just watching unfollow everyone else how many of my friends friends found a way to ride the fence I want to shout B ware

Born Broke

And how this heart gallops
amidst a dark less night in this old heartless Park
hark the harold angels sing
From here to holy gates I find things

Burden the blistered shoulder of a cross builder
Eat the last handful of hope right where you killed her
But never wish to undo the deeds that lye done and over

Reach for nothing but your honor
And walk away a soldier

Hied and Sheek

I hate liars that lie about lying
I love little pieces , lil parts, delicious bits of every person,
I try to show compassion, wear it like the next hip fashion, passing on passions for headsbashed in, but they keep pushing past me, while it's my things they're stashin.
Some things are hard to let go just ask the klepto they will let you know what it means to break words like champagne glasses,
Sticky finger entitlements... I'm about sick and tired the upper class poor people, boils blood in my veins they don't even know how to stand in line & treat everyone humane
A team b team my team outgunned
Face and Hannibal muscle and cunning
Caught Ina a trap of terror like aircraft chomping into the skyline....
I have a garden. I am only here to tend to the tenderness...
Don't make me ugly again
I got just enough left in me to take us all to silence.
Still. Stall. Silent.

The Pusher and The Process

Dark are the skies of minded mineral waters trickle into pools
Where fools fall stiff to
sentences judged upon shoulders. Thin man.
Potty trained faces gave me this message
German army attacks goal
like distant memory Sitting Bull
the loan shark shanking in
Soup shines in hobo lines eyes
start it up torrential rains
cant get this bad again
the same thing always happens
maybe I'm just not  all the patts of myself livingroom to hallway headwound
Could a had any home
made to gore
person trap ease

I'm the magic to this madhatterness
all the time imagining
TV talking
to me like were friends
who's the one with the horns? The robot nothing sniffer
Gifting torn parts of soggend heart's desires
TV Land, don't you know,
is odorless and destructive to our sense of self loathing lathering up the bath cadaver
Slipping into screamdreaming rage dancing the last epitaph to a lost generation
911 was our iron curtain shutting indefinitely cold.
Political zombies, walking deaf, all deadheaded for brains on mushrooms,
Timothy Leary you stump of a man, you didn't free thier minds , you tied and bound their driven state of ignorance. You made them see how miserable it is to be human.
And that's how we lost he revolution before it ever had a chance at partial birth.

when the last penny is an expense

Following the Deadend  signs to your Houseless Home
He railed on about a lifetime lost to widdled thumbs up
Demon straight to hello pudding. pops

We're having a bad idea day having enough of these days
not fat kid seconds
frozen face sucking
not burger cheese

Filibusters pulling into the fines
single file lines
fuck me raw figure it out
forget it ever happened
point that finger gun
somewhere else
I like my pulse where it is
Skip Beat EEP P P
to see get paid version
I think it painted
syncopated rhythm
no the one he brought with him Amanda had a man in a hat
text gallery short
6 gallons towards
ground

Bubbles

there it goes again...
your head fills with pain...
you probably got
bubbles in the brain ....

youll never be the same...
forget your own name...
bubbles oh you got so many bubbles
tiny little bubbles in the brain...

you're now a trainwreck
with nothing but troubles...
shooting holes in your neck...
leaves you shuffling along
with a head full of bubbles...

oh its time
to pay the pied piper...
you'll soon be either
dead or in diapers...

bubbles...
you gotta lotta nerve...
bubbles bubbles...
hope you like to
walk with swerv....

bub abub bububub bubbles
in
the
brain...

did you think
this was a game?
there's no one
else to blame...
if you're lucky
your troubles will double
with each little bubble...

that makes its way to the brain.

He's been shooting dish soap,
it's helping him get clean
if you know what I mean
such sad, little bubbles...
leave him with no chance or hope.

Here here man

                 10
Reverser in neutral.

"How low can you go? " spoke the smoke to the fiery hell inside.

Velocitudes; attitudes of broke addicts.
Wont buy a bitch a walmart. Wont stand. Its my ditch. I dug it deep. Let me sleep off the morning's failures.
Aim if you wish. This frail fish flopping that I am.
Destiny is a burden.
Blamed all of them.
But I am the only one carrying this armload of guilt.
Lumbering alone to untied-shoes,
Friending the fallen fiends+)
In this together,
A mantra
A TETHER
5446
what's your #
no wonder
This swim feels wetter
Hold me.   Under.
Hold me down.
Safest with a cheek to ground.
No falling for angels.
Just plummets and stalls
Finding courage harder
Than finding a eunic's balls

Terror isnt a type of dog.
Terrible is a type of me.
Too many itchy Triggers
Since presidents were wooden-toothed wiggers,
Last laugh having motherfuckers...
Nothing new to see
blue collar curse
Fell on. Felony fun times.
Frayed the edges.
Shoulda been afraid of the ledges. Awoken broken to shouting judges.
From concrete-cracks,
hatcht an attack
with a wall to my back,
emptied out soul-pockets of moldy grudges,

Let's Go Happy

lets all go happy together
or one at a time

forcast for the day:
heavy happy in the am, with a chance of giddy come noon

I'm happy with me
you should come happy with me
its fun you will see
I happy all the time
sometimes on the way to work
sometimes I happy all over the walls,
happy on the bus
I get happy just giving happy away
to those less humorous,
here have my happy
and my happy faces
whenever I'm happy in happy places, 
happy has a way of taking spaces
out of the middle of ugly tastes and erases the basis for all sorts of basket cases,
this amount of happy just so happens to leave traces, like slugs and skid marks

a small craft advisory isnt enough 
to save us from the pill-born hill storms in pucashell uniforms,

have some extra helpings of the always hardy of happy,  heaves of who the fuck cares, we're not even sure what kind of happy where after, but its just in time for our staycation in the rafters,
why just the other day a man in town, flaundered on the fence, filled his pockets full of happy herbs, wandered into a pansy pettle pile, and fell crippled to laughter.,
put on your River boots
we got mud puddles to go
Frohlich the day away in,

not everybody has happened to have our kind of happy

Come on, what are you waiting for, right now I have a train, happy train full of happy people happily having haven't had those kind of habits, the ones that leave you feeling like rabbits ,

Barely Bearable

I'm just smart enough to be pissed at myself for the things I do and that's pretty much all the time.
I'll probably be famous someday for something embarrassing like falling asleep with a suction cup on my forehead.
We all want to be so much more than what we really are.
we spend so much time arguing with reality.
Never do we win.
Maybe I'll get famous for inventing the the proper emoticon for suicidal.
Some would say I'm just being dramatic,
but that's only because I haven't taken hostes cupcakes and asked for a ransom.
Please know this. 
my battery is getting low.
The Shattering of myself is complete.
I just hope there's  enough glue
on my fingers to keep the pieces
I like in place
as I build a new me.

&To all of those who decided along the way
to jump ship as if it were sinking,
yes life goes on
and No I will not be returning for you.
I hope you learned how to swim.
Since you now wonder what happened to jeffrey and popeye...
I'll let you all in on a little secret.
I killed them.
No bodies.
No evidence.
Just the empty stare you find on my face.
Just silence for once
while i try and sleep.

skin hidden

The roses I grew
for no one,

came in as suddenly
as wetfeet in a storm,
 
knowing it
only
makes it
worse,

eaten by that which
eats at us all,

                   hunger.

De-hyphenated on Parchment Paper Maps

Imagine if you will
This everything
you remember
will be forgotten by your decendents
you were expecting more
and now
somehow you feel cheated
somehow someone lied to you
About everything magical
But here we are, the lot of us
We're all on the same beach
Looking free
waiting for the tide to
come in take
us away from fear and flesh
No matter how long i
tread these waters
One day i will have to drown
Swallow gulping gasps of oh noes
Give up and in
No more holding it down
No more keeping it out
Sometimes its as if
we all forget together
Do We forget on purpose?
All of us have to die
I am watching
my father's corpse come
over the horizon
The ravens want my eyes
Even though i saved
their only son from
eager claws
The drowning and forgetfulness
that is to become us all

All that i am remembering
Will be forgotten
All that i am made from
Will linger only slightly longer
dusting the shelves laid bare
And forgotten to the sea