CM Vazquez

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

Cinematic
Friends that I get tats with.
The catastrophic
love affairs
that seem so charismatic.

We are the characters in the attic.
The Anne Frank
of the stratus.

the
Sarcastic,
******* children of all these older kids,
that's it!

And that's okay
with us.
The black of day's
a must.
The hack upraises us until we feel so
ill-discussed.

Don't look at me on the Subway,
because these eyes can't handle others.
Like a book
without
a cover, we are
Eve & Adam smothered.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

Daze Day.

Obstacle course of
the decayed spirits.

The betrayed
near
death.

The relayed, unrest. Full smoke filled breaths.

Daze Day til' death.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

soft stomp

I shall walk
softly there.
In a ditch
- to air!
Of which to wear?

I don't know, man.
I'm moving
still.
Dunno the hills
any
more
I sink until

The wheels will
spin.
The hatch will
lock.

I'm lost upon this trembling dock.

I forgot my trunks
of trees so free.

So chained upon this massive sea.

i'm gonna soft
stomp
Look at me.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

Unftikled

Here's 3 poems about doing Xanax mostly

I.
See how they fly
Me, how I
die so gracelessly.
Just
smack
the
rhyth
m.
To space,
you see?
I've hacked a mission.

Regardless

I have
to work
on my addiction.

II.
wow.

III.

Oh, my bludgeoning "savior"!
-save me as you
Trudge on
through these leaves.
The Colorful Ones
and all these spaces in between.

Know what I mean?

A hoax 'til death.
I've got the hiccups
and im Hope- {pills] less.

about 6 are left.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

Swamp of Delirium.

You ever asked dudes
for a smoke
With a cig behind your ear?
It's such a task, and then some
joke while I go dig
into
my peers.

Advantage Taken,
Rampage Broken.
*******'
Pink Floyd mopin'

And yeah,
I'm stoked and
I just
feel soaked in
It must
grow so thin

up in that swamp of delirium.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

fractal image in awry

to be lost in the world
yet, it's no capacious spectrum
But I'm just with my girl
in this whirl, this contagious section.

The universe is grander
larger than t h e y couldimagine
I smoke disease
and drink with pleas,
in my thickened, wicked fashion.

CM Vazquez Mar 2013

__whisper rawr

******' posers, man.
That's all they are.
And I know that I'm a tad
bizarre,
  but I don't go "rawr",

see ,
       I'm smaller than that.

But they think that they're bigger.
That's why they react  like
Animals
at feeding troths
            jesting for attention.

And they leave each conversation neither
learning a lesson
                              nor
seeking progress
                    ion.

They leave with themselves.
They lead by themselves.
Anyway,
everything else
is just some plead from an elf.

Signed,
A man of the hounds,
some face in the crowd.