see the stars?

I'm the bedrock here.

I'm an optimist, I promise.

a dandelion growing
out of the eye socket
of a chihuahua
rotting in the street.

it's been there for weeks.

for weeks.

for weeks.

picture me sawing my
right arm off with a
broken beer bottle
while you go on and on
about what I should be doing
with my life.

this nearness we share
is truly awful.

falling apart,
its hardly even art;
I'm growing a fig tree
in an army green ***
on the back porch.

desideratum,
***** at my back,
friends overdosed on whole
pillars of salt long ago.

falling,
falling,
falling.
half the path is overgrown.

I venerate it anyway
and keep on strolling.

why does everyone have
that poetry voice?

that weird inflection up
to the highest archway
that sits shaking above
some contrived nobility,
you know what I aiming at.

"how does thou" type of ****.
im viruses trying at life
in the air and the water supply.

no I'm not.
I'm dying quick.

I just didn't know what else to write;
half-*** author kind of vibe,
right?

all those pretty things.

oh, poor pitiful stupid me,
my "used to be"
is a city bleeding it's population
for no reason at all.

I've stopped the whole escapist thing.
or started to.

harvest moon.
dead of winter.
school bells and bumblebees
and the smell of the Bradfords.

I'm walking backwards through
every labyrinth ever
just looking for somewhere
to sleep.

Fools Gold
Looks just like a
Bud Nug
Blatant

Bold,
And Beautiful
By far
The fire marks had been gone
But continue to Bathe it

"You have a way with 'em"
To be straight
Im still holding the
poker chips,
the bullwhip,
Or whichever
Fill in the blank rhymes
Fit best

I am beating the meat
Out of this machine
Wish it leaked quarters
But it never does

Not so easy being a Street ***..
Being a being...
Being a ligament above the rest
Another rung to climb tirelessly
Until we hit the exit sign

Part 2
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Until we hit the exit sign
Don't just be baiting yourself
.......
You DUMB *****
I like the way you hold that pencil girl
So sent/i/men/tal
So long
so so so much
Suf/er/ring
A piece of a larger sheet
A piece of a larger sheet

Part and parcel
Be Brief
and cut to the credits please
Read those 'Solid Instructions
To Self Destruct'
Must obstruct justice

No
Must uphold justice
DUH
Go for it
Hit the kick drum

Dumb it down all day
We not just
"All Play"
Aye can you see it in my bravery?
The way I play hide and seek
With my shadows
And force them to show
Themselves

Right in front of the
Sun's Rays
Son, Raise
your right hand
And swear upon this pyrite
That you won't Take
Time
For granted

Anymore......