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
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.
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.
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
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.
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,
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 ,
