When Im on the little blue,
Its stupid to get close with you,
All I want
Is something new.

It's the prescribed predestined paranoia pill.
"I can't focus"
"here take your fill"
Addictions just another refill.

The truck driver focus
In my tricycle body
Is just a big greased blue shelled scam
And we call it 60 miligrams

Home boy thought he was a killer
Kept a necklace round his neck

In a villa near manila
A strange accurance
Small body found dead
Little ***** died underneath the currents

Homeboy was sure of his assurance
A good swimmer
His name was probably Laurence

He was just a few feet from shore,
When this Alligator about six feet or four,

His eyes went wide, bug eyed and crazy
This is when it all got a little hazy

A ****** Story

Give yourself a break
You deserve it
Tell your dude to make some food,
Maybe even serve it

Keep your head up, when you walk
Go to Sunday service
Bystanders will stare and gawk
Some may want your service

But keep on rolling with a quickness
Make sure you are free of sickness
Don't you worry keep your distance
Just make sure to keep the thickness

To take a stroll,
Down the alleyways
Down the causeways
And brain waves
Of my ever burning mind

Is to sink 60 feet into snow
And to ask yourself
Just how deep can this possibly go?

Find me a place
Where I can settle down
Hear the voice of reason
And it's hand touch down

And these altered animals
With voices like thunder
All raise there fists
To Tear me asunder

As I step onward
In the depths of my mind
The great looming beast
Steps from behind

Dreamt

I drank too much coffee,
I'm talking, way to much coffee,
Kind of like drinking too much gasoline,
I am currently on fire.

My pulse,
Scary repetitons

My heart,
Spinning andromeda like.

My legs,
Tired like mile walks in wet sand

My eyes,
Closed shut like too much of whatever you like

My fingers,
wet from the acetone
But it's not so, because there is NO acetone.
Just this lingering smell of manufactured chaos.

Of course you figure I like the smell.
That its a blooming poppy
Pheromones and such.
It is, and
I do.

It's nights like this

It's nights like these
When the inspiration is blood in my veins
When I levitate above mother earth
When my train of thought is robbed by bandits
And I can barley stand it

Those are the good nights.

When the sun leaves on a greyhound to china
(America got stuck in its head) like a terrible song.
That's when night in upon us like white on rice.

Like the flower
I bloom

Like the grass
I sway

Like the well
I provide

But like the flower
I wilt

And like the grass
Seasonal

Just as the well gives water
I take

You an I manufacture out misery,
You, in a tiny space.
Me in a vast vault.

Things are not the way they ought to be,
Im almost positive there is a gigantic bird following me,
Because every time I turn around I see wings.

I am the medicated messiah.

I take a cigarette lighter to my family,,
Heat up the spoon I'm fed from,
And smell the muddy waters.

It's the intravenous extraction of the little love I have left.

I define my violence with internal revenue,
Mind changers,
Pill bottles.

These viruses incubate in,
Subdivision playgrounds,
Kiddies Kiddies Kiddies,
and civil wars.

Robot

For all I know
I'm talking to a robot
Mechanical

As far as I'm concerned
Life is animated
Just pixels

I'm just loosing my cool,
In very public places.

Too emotional,
For so many people.

It's hard to be comfortable
When Your a circle

But life's not fair
Living like a square

As the rain of eons
Fills my face
The cosmos grins
In star spangled space

One nation under the influence
One solute too many

The night is not young
The night has rinkles
And tells terrible storys
About being bitter

but this night drives fast
And smokes menthols
Keeps the neighbors up late
With their antics,

Teenage dreams ascend
Cloudy with the white
And the stains of fun.
The night has jumped the gun.