Paranoia agent
Less placating
more fragrance
I aim to never let this conscience
Split
Though it looks to be sifting,
Like Dust through an empty house
Keep me bothered..on my toes
So i can keep the monsters at bay

Feed your ego to the dogs
Finally freed from the fog
That's alot
That's a body
That's like alot to follow
Also,
Make sure you mock
The other comics
Cuz I wouldn't wanna cause
False hope
Ironic
How you lost confidence
When
You was on top of the world
Til you got on stage
Stay tuned
All the way to the end
Ya'll prolly ready for the plot twist
It's all for show
But yo, watch this
Finale' I voluntarily
Throw a bottle
Of cotton and lava stones
I lit from the suns' light
My cocktails are molotovs
Why flaunt or front
Im fully flawed
And now Im wishing I
called home....

Oh no
dot dot dot
....................
"thought so"

It didn't have to get here,
Ya know
Grow out of it
Peak around the wall
Who's crowding yall
Not my story
Flash forward
I'm just here to record it
Of course
Why wouldn't I?
Portals and doorways
Are the Same thing
Wait, wouldn't that be cosmic  foreplay?
Who cares
Can't prepare one bit
Don't you dare try and parent me
Can't and don't distract you from
Doing it
Do more
Duty to drop bombs
And send thought bullets
Sa'll good when the observer isn't hurting right?!?!
Take me out of the equation
Destroy/create  pains/gains
Conflicting issues
And I turned my back
And let it become a wall
Apologies, some are long overdo
They know not what they do
But most times I think they do
Let me take a sec
To sit down and
duel this one out
Please stop talking
Can't concentrate
Voi/ces Hiss
Toppling over
One another
Assuming their all above rank
Ain't okay with playing favorites
Untie me

(old poem from 2010)
I'm a Swashbuclin'
Mean Muggin'
One of a kind sweetheart
Fresh off the grid
Party Package

Doctor to your down days..
I am the *******
Who advertises floss,
But, doesn't floss

{Jeanettetrospect}
{Look! Im the lonely girl
With all the friends
I finished the sentence
Without any words}

OR any work
From my left hand
I am/ An Ideabot
an inkblotting machine

But what does the message care,
That it is just a message
and not the messenger
. . . .
It would rather be

I am the caricature carving details in myself
Another shepherd mending felt
In a tool shed

I am the criminal  
Crying for help
For the last time
Sell all the beggars my *******
Soul

Then ask the pigeons
For forgivness.

The endless chatter
Shakes me to a brittle pulp
I don't belong here .
or operate like the others

I AM
One of the malfunctioning
No hope,
and no imagination

To paint my way
Outta here
Not Yet
The texts bleeds

And the margin oozes
Into Something
                Remotely
                      Beautiful ...

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
__
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......

his hobbies include
                          invisible girls
                     bubble wrapped
              shielding their eyes from the sun
                        up the side of his mountain
holding fast to the cable
                                  and the eventual terror of drawing
                     paper moons
                         framed a bit too
                                                   insular
                                                   binocular
                                                   funicular
                                                   vermicular
                         these out of sightlines
                                    opaque and cobwebbed
                               screening off
                       his ***** little secrets