hearing Vietnamese women gossip

old men trying to become what they wished they would've done earlier

fat men on the treadmill walking really slow, there's no difference

the old don't actualize the truth
(face yourself)
but don't turn you back to the mirror

there should be spoken poetry instead of radio music playing behind every set to encourage rhythm


(correlations)

I've created a relationship between my muscles and my desires

tell me if loving you isn't a crime



so I can stop comparing it to the beaten faces I dream about

the craving of ending someone's life


before someone really loses their right to live

so we can love beyond what we live for

imagination is water that breaks a plastic container


(dream about the impossible)

prairies with kisses as flowers

immersed with beauty and intelligence I can't attend

(walking down my mind with a knife)

inflicted my pain with nothing to gain but rope marks that expressed my veins all sides of my neck


(nothing to think in my gym this morning)

in my mind is a clock that ticks beyond the conception of time

(letting go of possessions) to regain my worth that was once worth about
   one



dime..

"watch your ego"

so I looked further within
only to find what everything has ever been
   (sub atomically)

reading a screen to avoid a scene in this reality I don't want to see

when I question myself I think of my hand digging down my throat until I feel my spleen

(wicked me)

but should I not voice internal imagery?

time is eroding my current self

(melting face)

laces I cannot lace
the shoe doesn't fit so this experience I can't embrace
accepting universal truths I can't even begin to trace in space

(out of here)
I miss you my dear

drunk and high so drag me by the ear... until it rips from my head so I know you didn't let go

(please don't let me go)

even if my body is cut in pieces

keep me in a box

(but I wasn't drunk and high)

naked on the edge of my bed

away from what makes me feel on the (edge)

but it's what helps me sleep
              (in the deep)

"I guess"
Brush the pain off with some sense
Drawing in blue...
Help myself look at what triggers my ego in past-tense

The air is dense, can barely walk through the present

             (let loose)
grabs ****

Nothing to do but to ******* to the image of you
Self-defeating, barely eating when you leave me with an empty seat

The emotions are dense

**** myself

                   for my expense
Can't make much from just existing

Walking down the street that deceits, finding less than what I'm worth
1 cent

To your god I don't repent, my mind I live to represent

Sad only for today

out here, within
catch a glimpse
(my tongue on your skin)
thinking of me or thinking of him?
as long as you're pleased, don't matter what you


          (think)