I like saying good morning to passer-byes,
It always catches them off guard.
Something about grinning teeth coming from a face like this.
I like when car doors lock when I get too close,
What the **** is it that I would do?
Because I create disasters just by pouring milk.
I like soft carpets because it makes sleeping not so hard.
Theres a stoop where I like to sit, where I think a home used to be.
when I lay down on the cool concrete I wonder if they wonder about me.
I like big billboards that tell me how much i could win.
Cause that gives me a day dream so i can escape out of my head.
Well, nothing in this world makes sense,
We're made up of the smallest tiny bits.
So when you finally slit your wrists it'll be okay.
One day you could be a star again.
I like when people are smarter than me.
So that I can learn something else.
As long as it's not politics, that ****'ll make me stab myself.
I dont care whos right or wrong cause thats not a real thing.
Your morals are just popular opinion.
I like playing guitar on the street.
If you pass by with a dollar, why don'tcha' stop and listen.
I'm not asking for your pity I'm just asking for your time.
Listen to what I've got to say.
It's not that Important, I just like to share
Maybe you've got a song you'd like to play.
Why don'tcha' strum upon my mortal remains.
I like construction, really, skeletons of anykind.
I'd like to visit the inside once the walls are up and done.
I wont break anything, dont look at me that way
I dont cause no problems, I'll just leave when you need me.
I really like metaphors.
So here's one about my thoughts,
It's like One hundred billion birds above my head
It's like
Every feathers a letter, every bird is a word, every flock is a sentence.
I'll try and grab a few and bring em down to tell you what I think of the sunset.
I'd like to say I believe in second chances, but chances are you do too
ands thats just a way to **** me twice.
I like words that start with D
Like, *****, desperate, desperadoes, in dilapidated destitute look for some ******* sleep.
I like gas station lazy days and crystals to my cranium.
I'm not selfish with material things, but i'm greedy with the passing of time.
In a way I think thats worse
leave me alone.
I'm the lifeless nail and your the bleeding flesh
The road is a bamboo seed just forcing us apart.
In the end I'm still on top.

100 billion years have passed.
The dinosaurs are cast back into the forgotten fields of heaven.
After wiping out the dinosaurs from the planet God has been busy working on his new pets.
Rumors have popped up among the dinosaur community. Something called humans have inhabited the earth. They take the image of God and his angels.
Lost in misunderstanding, rage and jealously flow over the community of cold blooded reptilians.
Roberto, The last of the dinosaurs, The Last Dinosaur-asaurus,
Stands calm in a fury of scales and teeth.
He was hurt the most. He was left behind, witnessed the great fire ball scorch the earth and char his friends.
He was the only one who talked to god, and asked him why.
"It was your time." He had said.
Those four words, had instilled so much hate in him.
Now, His time has come.
An ancient evil has crept his way into the place where angels forget to look.
Satan himself, seeks council with The Allosaurus.
Revenge has been on the dinosaurs mind and hate fills him.
Beelzebub bestows power into Roberto and his friends.
The time it seems, has come at last.

God sits upon his throne content with the humans progress. Cities have risen where, billions of years ago, only ash rained and a lone dinosaur walked the earth.
Roberto and his army, every dinosaur that ever was, march upon his great Hall.
Angels stand guard.
Without even looking up, obsessed with his ego driven creation, God says,
"Why do you stand before me? I have cast you and your kind away from here.
Be thankful I let you stay in this realm. My mercy has kept you from hell, but I still hold the power to cast you down."

"Your mercy?" Retorts the Orphanedasuarus, his cold blood growing hot.
"You cast fire from the sky, wiped my race from the planet for no other reason than you were bored. Your mercy will be your undoing."

God laughs heartily as Roberto, powered by the rage of a trillion reptile souls and the spell of Satan, charges towards God.
The Dinosaurs of a thousand ages rend the flesh of the angels and tear their wings from their shoulders, casting them from heaven.

Before the All Mighty can even rise from his chair, or draw another breath for shock,
Roberto Sinks his teeth into his throat.
For the first time since his childhood, he tastes flesh.
For the first time in his life. He savors it.
Feasting on the blood of Him, Roberto becomes all that was and all that is.
The humans feel a disturbance in their nature.
The dinosaur takes his place upon his throne, and looks down on Earth.
The audacity of these creatures.
What was once the homes of him and his friends, now stood skyscrapers and massive buildings. Highways on the bones and graves. Cars running on the decomposed bodies.
They will pay. He will have his revenge.

So, we were slaves again,
like we were before.
Instead of a man with a white beard, it was a dinosaur.

and i am eleven again
feeling like tomorrow
is a couple yesterday's ago
smothered in cayenne pepper
hot enough to take off taste buds
and tonight i am eating a meal
only worth burning
it tastes like my parents anniversary
it tastes like a zinfandel
left on the counter too long
it's a bad story, see
there's no silverware
'cause my mom sold it
to keep the lights on
and somewhere in heaven
somebody in a suit
doing commentary
on this fiasco
is telling someone else
in a suit that
"you have to eat love with your hands"
so we sit, four plates on the table
for the two of us
my brother's long gone
dad's even further away
& he's not the one who's buried
i carry both their names like anchors
that i cannot unmoor from
while she looks at the empty table
and says something about the news
she says something else
but she's not talking
we aren't proud of this, see
my dad likes to wax his car
he's proud of it
and my mom says
she sees a lot of him in my hands
says, i touch the things i find
like they didn't belong
to people sleeping in the ground
she says i touch photo albums
the same way-
you know,
i never used to believe
that history could repeat itself
not until i could
fast forward seventeen years
and still wake up to smoke alarms
how i would go into our kitchen
to find it empty
and the dinner smoldering
& my mother in her bedroom
looking through family photos
like it's a just another summer day
and the sirens are just the birds
i don't ask, i never say a word
in this moment
i am an archeologist
afraid to dig up the past
cause history repeats itself-
you see
my brother is dead
and my father is gone
they have been for some years now
and my mother
sometimes forgets
and sets their place at the table
like they're still here
and in the confusion
ends up ankle deep
in pictures of how it used to be
she let's dinner burn
and douses it in red pepper
hoping i won't know the difference

Skies, open your eyes.
I don't mind the overcast,
But miss the sunlight of
Your iris.

That died fighting
To free itself from
The cobweb

Inside the ventilation
Shaft between
Fifth and

Sixth floor still
Has its
Colours

In the end, there's only one.
And the other.

I have never seen anything that
Deserved to starve.

No child, no animal.
No tyrant was born evil.

Let's dance, I say, though
None of us really can.

So we try, we try laughing,
And the walls, the ceilling, and by God

The floor laughs with us,
As we fool around like

Tiny Godzillas kicking down
Tinier skyscrapers, holding hands;

Dipping and twirling like the  
Innocent idiots we are.  

Playing. Like a god would create
Another to play with, and they   

Dance worlds into -and out of-
Existence. Not a single bacterium in

This room understands. So let it keep
Not understanding, and as we tire from

Moving and settle down together,
The rain has stopped doing its

Thing, and I point without pointing;
Say without a word:

*Look at that drop, hanging from the
Twig at the end of the branch of that

Willow. And the other. That's me. And
Me. Look until you can look no

Longer. I saved them both for your
Eyes.