Ask yourself questions that only God can answer.
Ask yourself.
Ask Yourself.

my pace rhythms in twos as i walk with two ton shoes.

i sing these beautiful blues.

i saw that my clock didn't bother to wake me
and down the stream of dissolute sleep my dream took me.

i lived these beautiful blues

i rushed out of my empty apartment slowly.

i viciously pushed the elevator button lazily.

my world is bathed in contradiction.

I love to think about you.
9:41 pm
Traveling along route 222
In the back of a uhaul truck
Thinking tragic thoughts of possible accidents,
I love to think about you.

I get nervous.
I get anxious.

This matress is very uncomfortable.
The fouton we slept on was too.

I remember kissing you gently on it.
Lean to the left too far and it would flip.

Then on the floor we locked lips.

I love to think about you.

I hate the fact the minutes pass two,
Without me missing you.

Your warm embraces.

How you smell my neck.
How I embrace your scent.

I hate to love like a mindless fool.

I'm a coward when you touch me.

I would love to be Kim Jong (Yung) Un.
    fat, rich, and powerful,
              make my people believe our world is indestructible,
                           all the while keeping them malleable and gullible.
I could keep my people stuck.
         make them sleep in fear,
             if I manage to hear they don't like they way I clean my ears.
ill be terrible with criticism,
          make terrible decisions,
                and I'll also build hotels for no one to live in em'.
Ill try and start **** because I'm spoiled and have this strange pride in which I think I covet something when it never was rightfully really mine.

   But its alright,
I am who could be heard,
who should be feared,
and I should be the center of attention,
                          in an auditorium where everyone was taught                  
since birth to praise me and my family.

but im pretty content with the fact that I can type this and not get my skull bashed in by the militant police, because of political scrutiny.

*** is.....
My finger tips touching your skin.
*** is....
blowing air on  your abdomen.
*** is....
kissing your chest.
*** is....
*** is....

I broke my knuckles and hands on those who raised their hands in disrespect,
Towards
you,

For you I've monsooned enough tears to fertilize dry lands so that you may prosper.

Because of you,

I may become the man both of you have waited so patiently for I to be.

For I to become.