1
Like a murderer
addicted to the screams
crying for the times
saying these days aint like those days
those days ‘ill never be like these days
and these days we got left are
going fast too
i shot my creative load
onto her stomach
as she lay there
calling it sweet
begging fuck me
i was drunk
she was too it was
young simple mistakes
both breaking
somebody’s heart
in the grinder
for the moment
not the past
until our blood
was back to work
before i became a
vampire of
dope and lust
before i became a
sucker of
pussy i said
I love you over and over and over and
Over.
2
i have a good girl
like Leadbelly
it was like new Orleans
the air was too salty
the guy selling the hot dogs
smiled too much
and i knew better
than to purchase a load
of bullshit
to reach into the
machine and grab onto
a long chain of neurons
money for soul
dropped down the turnaround
the devil owes me still
but he haggles so well
my heroin is gone and i
forget her love
like julie in my closet
the one each time i open
i see anew skeleton
fresh of flesh
to be sold
by the man
with the smile.
3
i steal most of my lines
from songs in my
memory and sometimes
people remind me
that these thoughts
ain’t mine anymore
because they are
yours now truly
yours truly
i want to trade my
green paper and time
for a breakfast made with love
and a sleep without a pill
and a dream without a yell
and a .22 without a catch
the good doctor said two would
do me
but as far as my dream goes
it’s being written,
i am too awake to
sleep this thru tonight
until i finally decide to
drive to a breakfast made of sweat
and a dream for the scream
and a girl without a catch
in a land where a few beers each night is
so unbearably wholesome that even
mom and dad are doing it.
4
if i get past the next 3 days i
will officially be 21?
i was born early in the morning
feel like it was 4:47:56AM
but my favorite number has always been 8
as in the 8th
of the 6th month
on the 86th year
of the 21st century
on the brink of
millennium semblances
and anew wars of fear
my vietnam can beat your vietnam
why has the next generation become known as next-gen?
am i retro-gen the more?
vintage i eat
old i feel
death i see
hope not me
a premium age for a
good draft
but i saw saving private ryan
you have my brother, so for my mother
needs this one son at least
to spread the name
of the man she finally
divorced.
5
the cryptic messages
are not the answers
they are just jigsaws of
thought and matter on some
plane somewhere being discussed
in the madman’s hands
and you are born unto
the wormhole finally
where everything will always be
so inexplicable
i always thought i was the hero
in the movies
and i guess that’s why i’m an asshole
these days, on a trip like bukowski
except i feel the suns grip on me
from behind under my feet
i see where it awaits me
for the big
ya know?
6
as a man i notice the
masculinity bullshit
but for some reason
i always accuse people of
accusing me more than
the real reasons.
i don’t point to the sky
i just stare back
the real reasons are probably in the sky
but it’s easier seen
reflected off mine.
i thought about freedom of speech
and then i thought about all those killed
for saying the wrong thing
like that guy syl' off’d with the piano wire,
and all the madmen and meth minds,
angry at an exposed insecurity,
a leaking balloon is fucked
so we squeeze it like a prayer
inhale before amen
and then recycle it for those
who haven’t seen it pop?
7
21
magic numbers are
everywhere if you look
and everywhence you blur your eyes
you’ll see something new
remember laughing so hard?
when you swore it the best medicine
pink clouds were by our ears tickling
some emotion enough to appreciate
the feeling of floor on flesh
a floor that denies the laws of gravity,
doors have several spins they can take to trick you
hallways too when you are with them, doorknobs as well,
the letters try to fly away from the page,
but saying their names gets them down,
does anyone know their names?
the river will catch them all
back into the cosmic plane
in the madman’s hand
as it drifts down steps
like Escher
for eternity.
Like a murderer
addicted to the screams
crying for the times
saying these days aint like those days
those days ‘ill never be like these days
and these days we got left are
going fast too
i shot my creative load
onto her stomach
as she lay there
calling it sweet
begging fuck me
i was drunk
she was too it was
young simple mistakes
both breaking
somebody’s heart
in the grinder
for the moment
not the past
until our blood
was back to work
before i became a
vampire of
dope and lust
before i became a
sucker of
pussy i said
I love you over and over and over and
Over.
2
i have a good girl
like Leadbelly
it was like new Orleans
the air was too salty
the guy selling the hot dogs
smiled too much
and i knew better
than to purchase a load
of bullshit
to reach into the
machine and grab onto
a long chain of neurons
money for soul
dropped down the turnaround
the devil owes me still
but he haggles so well
my heroin is gone and i
forget her love
like julie in my closet
the one each time i open
i see anew skeleton
fresh of flesh
to be sold
by the man
with the smile.
3
i steal most of my lines
from songs in my
memory and sometimes
people remind me
that these thoughts
ain’t mine anymore
because they are
yours now truly
yours truly
i want to trade my
green paper and time
for a breakfast made with love
and a sleep without a pill
and a dream without a yell
and a .22 without a catch
the good doctor said two would
do me
but as far as my dream goes
it’s being written,
i am too awake to
sleep this thru tonight
until i finally decide to
drive to a breakfast made of sweat
and a dream for the scream
and a girl without a catch
in a land where a few beers each night is
so unbearably wholesome that even
mom and dad are doing it.
4
if i get past the next 3 days i
will officially be 21?
i was born early in the morning
feel like it was 4:47:56AM
but my favorite number has always been 8
as in the 8th
of the 6th month
on the 86th year
of the 21st century
on the brink of
millennium semblances
and anew wars of fear
my vietnam can beat your vietnam
why has the next generation become known as next-gen?
am i retro-gen the more?
vintage i eat
old i feel
death i see
hope not me
a premium age for a
good draft
but i saw saving private ryan
you have my brother, so for my mother
needs this one son at least
to spread the name
of the man she finally
divorced.
5
the cryptic messages
are not the answers
they are just jigsaws of
thought and matter on some
plane somewhere being discussed
in the madman’s hands
and you are born unto
the wormhole finally
where everything will always be
so inexplicable
i always thought i was the hero
in the movies
and i guess that’s why i’m an asshole
these days, on a trip like bukowski
except i feel the suns grip on me
from behind under my feet
i see where it awaits me
for the big
ya know?
6
as a man i notice the
masculinity bullshit
but for some reason
i always accuse people of
accusing me more than
the real reasons.
i don’t point to the sky
i just stare back
the real reasons are probably in the sky
but it’s easier seen
reflected off mine.
i thought about freedom of speech
and then i thought about all those killed
for saying the wrong thing
like that guy syl' off’d with the piano wire,
and all the madmen and meth minds,
angry at an exposed insecurity,
a leaking balloon is fucked
so we squeeze it like a prayer
inhale before amen
and then recycle it for those
who haven’t seen it pop?
7
21
magic numbers are
everywhere if you look
and everywhence you blur your eyes
you’ll see something new
remember laughing so hard?
when you swore it the best medicine
pink clouds were by our ears tickling
some emotion enough to appreciate
the feeling of floor on flesh
a floor that denies the laws of gravity,
doors have several spins they can take to trick you
hallways too when you are with them, doorknobs as well,
the letters try to fly away from the page,
but saying their names gets them down,
does anyone know their names?
the river will catch them all
back into the cosmic plane
in the madman’s hand
as it drifts down steps
like Escher
for eternity.
thx