hippy cracking his head,
just getting in the way as usual.
  they always get in the way; talk, never doing, at their investment firm
talking, then preaching  of world-unity and sustainability.
a generation of liars . punks had no pretense. to burn out, and not fade away
hey hey
my my

I need a ******* typewriter.
this ******* light is blinding me,
and the ******* G key is falling off the ******* thing.
  I want to throw pages
at the ceiling in delight and swivel in my chair
   and drink beer
    and  **** a goat while I write and clack. the only way. I thought it fitting for hipsters; but i like the aestetic. Bang BANG BANG BANG BANG,
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP CLINNGGGGG** then the *******.
another beautiful poem, fresh with my blood.
and the screamer upstairs i will now slowly asphyxiate.

it's like  rain dripping off the back of
 a crow in the night straight into the gutter,
  straight into the filthy unknown.  
  cheap cheeap cheap


outdone by some
dancer

all around me are familiar faces  ;     if you step away    be sure to memorize
the voice code, 298 zero and proceed.
  if you must you must
, no time
to   fly

The ciggarette cartons will be full,
and the homemade pruno will be worth a corvette. Oil is useless now,
and electricity is a dream.
stock up on beans, and make friends with the fellow coalman. enough shells for a nuclear war in the desert night like
right now

Barking down the alleyway
Thevcool dawn touches me
Smokestack lighting makes it way around


Head in a cannon
Their eyes are satin
Barking orders like Patton   -  bayonetted and ****** on a sandy hill,
the ******
like a sweet hand
   in the grass. lemons and such

So tired as to be delirious; the duck quacks in the barnyard and the mouse suckles on cow
droplets, hale stacked up like so,  and the little girl dances in the shadow light.
"I'll be dead soon"
  so will I 
 I've made plans and I'm never late