liquor
be
liquid literacy
explicit irony
illicit hide and seek
subsistent courage
submissive piracy
with a great
disregard
for privacy
or it
might just
be me
with this
cold
glass of whiskey

Jefferson the spider
bites
to start the night off
right
lefts and rights
a venue of lights
inevitable
street fights
all while
unrolled toilet paper
spins dances
with the industrial
ceiling fan
squealing fans
and wild displays of hands
for a handful of
unheard bands
and
ive had as much
as i can stand
with difficulty
i gather those
who came with me
come with me
through this hip hooray
hipster sea
not knowing who
these hipsters be
and
all of them
not unlike me

hey
rich lady
listen to me baby
i know i drive heavy
and you drive
a Mercedes
wallet on fire
cobwebs bills
and fees
i know you
dont know how to
pay these
and
i know youre making me
crazy
i know you think im
crazy
i know
its crazy
and
i know its definitely
a maybe

what are you
"im a ******* poet"
but poetry is dying
"no its everywhere
for free
just
hear
taste
touch
smell
see"

sly cartoon eyes
following me leading me
that
little blond Calvin kid
*******
on ignorance
all over your alma mater
on ideas on ideologies
on apologies
on this or that rhyme
on time on topic
on bad puns bad jokes
on sheriff on congress
on the president himself
on every self statement
on honor students
and schnauzers alike
all over your baby on board
sin grinning
because he thinks
he is winning
grin away
**** away
little blond Calvin kid

a thousand crickets
are chirping
the air in these woods
warm dry perfect
the terra-cotta sun
setting behind
the path ahead
growing smaller
smaller
what little light
stolen every moment
"We must get going"
i say to myself
and the muse that followed
my fire our light
flickering sight
we cut a path
through the woods
why when where
were not questions
i cared to ask
i cared to relax
when that ******
muse that followed
has been burned
to ash
"It'll be easy"
it'll be perfect
warm dry
the air in these woods
is on fire
and a thousand crickets
stop chirping

i have a problem
i fall for females then rob them
not of material things
but of surreal feelings
they love me
i leave it be
they cannot believe the thief in me
the griefs briefness my only weakness
the bleakness
sees me sleepless
i do not want to leave
the next tree leafless
i want to wear my heart
on my sleeve
and never go sleeveless
im asking forgiveness
for my greediness
you are free to believe
these words mean less
then meaningless
which would be
my guess