The ***** man is here to see you,
his eyes make you stumble, and
it makes you glow red.
laughing, what’s the matter?
The ***** man is back again,
he wants you so bad.
Your life is miserable already,
why not give him a hand.

love-made hooligans. Partied with drug influence parted minds.
I saw Nietzsche, drawn, blabbing, crying. Sage into madness.
Paintings done in Rome, JFK, blood bombs flee over ****** U.S.S.R.
Gone into discerning schools, racist pigs, beatings for the prime minister.
I waited in vain, woke up in Vain. Died on Golden Buddhas,
Caucasians shaving their heads.
2 am hanged from pleasure, hallucinated dogs in hallways, screamed the truth in barks of airwaves.
What will come for me after death?

I can’t sleep, it’s four in the morning, and my mind is pouring out
like water out my ear lobe.
passed out clocks,
dooming my
slumped eyes.

Shots of men, bursting into
laughter of fear, we’ll never
forget,
Heartless, this society we
live in, it ******* blows.

They take their bones to make homes,
take out their heart to keep warm,
cut off their legs to have something on
their dinner plate.

The firm workmen cheating on their lives,
mating with different wives, kissing the
vibrant shadows of the night.
dust in the mist, girl giving her pose
to death and the ghosts of endearment.
Make her a sullen figure of rage and scattered hope.

I am the electric sun, beating on my cyanide drum.
Putting the world in drastic sleep of dreams, where
we dance on the elevated hill, chanting songs
of the delicate anger and Joy

Feast your eyes on me my saint, for I,
the electric sun, praise everyone! I worry
and creep the eye of Neptune, I sit in my
slim bodied chair, watching the race
of the glorious flower child. She
flies away in the burst of the symbolic light.

I can be your sun king Lion, i have virtue and
I’m always hunting for my prey of mechanical power.
I just look into my blinding mirror, and see my glazed
eyes. My grey ***** chin hair growing into a pathway
for death.

Gasping, i am now one of the powerless,
beating my elder drum, chanting to the saints
of Petersburg. Laughing away while rushing
through that last breath.

I became weak. Who killed wisdom, when all he wanted
was for righteousness to make love to power, so they could
have a child called reality. Now our halcyon sun king can rest
with sympathy, joining with its true paradise.

2009

Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
****** crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
****** into a fixed reality,
doomed? not quite.

Her eyes washed away,
flowing away with her wings,
a slump attitude, lying naked with her.
florescent grumpy woman.

I couldn’t wish for a good girl,
a man with beauty, who is so wise.
Locks of hair make the men
blues.

Bash my Morocco joker card,
fold my ace card, make myself
lose my thousand dollar sweat.
Soon I’ll shave my Beethoven beard,
and bleed Mozart all over my long
face, coughing up some Chopin,
falling down hitting off that dazed
feeling that started this mess.

Back in the day,
when life was grey,
you see yourself all grown up.
You're pretty, you're ugly,
your **** stays the same.
Wake up.
The same girls are still pretty,
the drunks and druggies are dead,
they just love to play with your head.
You are a man now,
a dead man.