John B

John B Sep 2015

Slant

With cockroaches chance of getting rich on slots

Struck by lightning thrice and dint drop your ticket

Snow in San Diego

Lluvia de Peces missed again

sheltering your ticket from the elements

You pick a penny off the floor

To scratch this ticket you adore

Heads up

Just your luck

Its a loser

John B Sep 2015

twisted whiskers

Crumbs of sandman dust spent flake off dry eyes

Waking up to the lies a mother crys

Her child died for big brothers pride

It burns inside

The fire alive

And hungry

John B Sep 2015

Ahh! Sun rise! **** it with fire!

Warm fog wall running

Hits me like epiphany

Crawl home eyes flooding

Miss you so naïveté

It was meant to be ironic but I guess it's fine this way.
S

John B Sep 2015

never from behind

Grape melon's Mai-Tai have a taste

They need to see the drink! god help you if they don't see the drink! Or assume your double *******, god help you in that case as well.

John B Sep 2015

"Teach them!" If you insist...

There's a something called nothing

It's something I've been saving

You should as well

John B Sep 2015

The News

Fourth branch rowan round our hearts

Fnord for moral support I retorted

Distorted by straw man unchecked

Unseen, unknown, unknowingly missed

Forth branch again, full circle? That was quick.

Big brother's getting sloppy or the collective consciousness is being reactivated to save us from ourselves, I'm a hope for the latter, I came here for the war.