We dreamed until we would die.
My father still holding his whiskey
My mothers sloppy forgiveness.  
The kitchen roaring and swaying
Louder then bottle rockets Screaming across the restless suburbs.
For one nite we faded like a universe of
Creation.   For one nite we came back like comets predictable yet unforgettable.  
For one nite we didnt scream.
For one nite we lit up the world.

The boys of my generation died!
Half their faces smile without teeth.
Every whers the same black or grey
Half alive like their moms.
They brought my best friend down
So his problems could live.
I saw his family kick him out
If you cried with him
Id have no sympathy
They brought my cousin down
Because he couldnt be free.
Finished now
The preacher will see.
Somone sold  my cousin down
Because his mind was never free.
He was my cousin
Weakened with a problem
Broken like a fantasy.
He was my cousin
Living for a dream.
Unremembered crusader
Over come his tortured dreams
He will go at thirty
As if his mom has called him
The son she didnt need.
He was my cousin
And well die never free.

Young spiked headed lovers
Orange like silken hairs sprouting
On salmon eyes.
You can only die!

My ***! Walt Whitman & Ginsberg inc.
I didnt *******!
I didnt eye tea black boys
Tonite my ***! Yes da one
And ubiflated cabage cloud
Hipped out like blue
Trowsetes
Died acidiniated
Lying greenish like salmon
Pink milk
***** sweat pull
Blacked
With satin smooth fantasy
I rotted likeke pecked tomatoes.
******* and left acient in prune meat.
By pass products of crates bigger
Like patatoe famine
Off of grain
Feeding stock bull fabrics.
Letrexaxing condense
As is strangers mated publicly.

my mouth opened with like a catchers glove
and stopped a rat from running away home.
Nothing else was meant to be enjoyed more
then the vine i tossed away like a free walk.

soon twenty five more
as if years felt like a
rush to not fall down
those grey drips
who cancel words like
bare naked eye or pleasant
life.  Never get the chance.

Just the last twenty years alive god damit.  Luckily japan let Russia read.  
Some speed reading skinny girl conjoined with Mormonism.  
I never even had the pleasure to puddle jump across a Yakima sess pool.  Ah tater tots!  Ah  cheap i pod!  
Let me belive getting by has a latter upwards.  I'm dreaming!  She works window 4.  No hi.  No how's Johnny.  
It was only step rite up before you have the count down to blink.   Mrs.  I sat by   Ago I can't pronounce your husbands weird name.  Mr clean tell your son to mop floors with his head.
Someone needs to wet that cloax infestation.  Mr creep?  Have a women guard the bathroom next time you really ****.  I heard children playing.