December 2009
8 posts
a rose by any other name
would be frank or louis or something weird like Olmar
if my legs
were her legs
then my legs
would be girl legs
and i’d get laughed at
I already read it in the paper.
It said who had been stabbebed, and who had been robbed blind.
I said, “I have been robbed blind.”
“And stabbed.”
News repeats.
Beats renew.
Nothing is original or fresh.
learn to play your flute boy
before its too late
before your mind is withered like mine
learn to express yourself boy
before you’re not great
before your thoughts are covered in grime grime grime
learn to tell the world now boy
before you go mute
before your mind is withered like mine
learn to play your piano boy
before you learn the flute
before your thoughts are covered in...
the genius’ femur is worth thousands of dollars
lets sell it along with the golf clubs
he won’t protest, he won’t even holler
stuck in the sky with the soft dubs
in any given situation
where incubation of an idea is impossible
failure is plausible
and the holy book is laudable
if only for its salvageable message
and the gold dressings
adorned in leather
its worth reading up on
stumbling upon
a sanctuary from the weather
treat everyone as you’d treat yourself
don’t ever beat yourself down
dont ever cheat yourself out of your dreams
...
stair bound, sickening, ready to go
like gonzo, the big spit, into that oh grand porcelain
faking style as you clutch railing, slip, hey, thats all right
ive got my arm on my mouth, thats all right
im convincing everybody i know im a frantically deteriorating anti-drug ad
stifling vomit in a haze, impressing friends with your abilities
to take in smoke to take out brain cells
cant quit...
who’s this crazy kid stumbling bumbling off
screeching his face against the wall woah
until maybe eventually his cheeks come rolling off
an Lo!
its a riot