blue streaks over yellow streets.
a feeling only the sky can keep.
(I'm going to die I'm going to die all wrapped up with a bow)
feeling silly don't help nobody
When you feel raw the whole sky stays dull and ******
feeling dumb don't work just hold steady
Go live in a cave until you grow old and weary
go hug on the rocks until they feel fuzzy.
the earth will eat all the yellow you made and turn it into paste
paste you can eat even as it stains your face with it's foam.
such distaste will distort your holy place in one's own home.

Living life for the sounds.

grind i mind

absolute audio-rhythmic beats pound a dance through an etching ring.

beats box across the field and further across a synapse

fill up my cup to the fuzzing auto-metric top

meters into yards into miles into years zoom fumble into wall and leak without gravity.

naked.****.phat.spat you out like good stat.( ic.)

men with anger fused with patience

standing at their red light stations



Flying on the freeway heaven
I-10 west and half past seven
smoothly gliding to my home
nighttime sings with traffic  moans

driving under bridge-forged caverns
red lights make me sit in patterns

looking at the saddened faces
I met the I-10 homeless cases
cups in hands speak speechless phrases
fill the street  in endless mazes

there and with my own conviction
signalled him my own  intention
rolled my window to the line
and gave my brothers  peace of mind

drivers thumb their nose in spite
never knowing what it's like
watching no one do what's right

left right
left right
hopeless night
dont fight
skin get tight

walk thin
try again
make grin

weak knees
calm flees
heart bleeds

double doubt
dont shout
phase out

Go home, you're free alone,
you are not a drone
you are not a drone

dead babies.
college.
music.
clean.
***** house.
*****.


linda.
gabe.
gabe's teeth.
gabe's ***** teeth.
school.
friends.
leaving.
new orleans.
new orleans.
change.
change.
very worried.
adderall.
drugs.
more adderall?
shower.
clean.
clean.
emoticons are kinda lame.
sleep.
sleep.
want more smarts.
want more dumbs.
dumb dun dun.
tittle tattle rattle pattle goo.
*******.
attention.
attention.
more please!.
your dumb.
that's a defense mechanism.
air:
more of.
less again.
stop that.
stop stopping that. stop stopping stopping that. think about clouds. what will it be like in a year?
maybe people think I have weird hand gestures. maybe I'm thinking about them so much that they look weird. maybe I'm thinking about thinking about them too much too much.


oh god, hum. sing. play around the room. something already.


Don't look at me you *******.
go. back. ***.
I'm sorry. stay. look around.
I love it when your around. Your really amazing.
Do you like me?
Stop calling me so much.
Hey call me. Can I call you?
What are you thinking about?
I'm tired. I can't sleep. will you talk to me about my problems. problems are dumb. I have too many problems in my little head! I can achieve EVERYTHING
Hold me! Stop asking me to hold you. hold me? hold you? hold hands? Don't touch my hands. stop looking at them.
no, just no. sleep. shower.

clean breaks. will make me brake.

MY SPITTLE DRIZZLES
ON YOUR FACE IN MY DREAMS
(yes I dream it)
BECAUSE I TALK FAST,
BECAUSE I AM NOT PASSIVE
(in my dream i sweetly note it)
AND BECAUSE I AM IN-FRIENDED.

Call: Placed. From across the wall
so as to get myself around your brain
more than your(self) is by me(mine).




call call.. ahead or something.

Down the line (street)
I heard your rhymes and chimes
while I happened to be smoking dimes
up way  up in A town ..
And yes it sounds.

pounds my ears, up;
through my head and into my
head's bedroom.
(Such a room
admittedly clakkity clacks
when vibrated
by a rhyme
that at one time
you chimed)



but kind,
fickle times
poison my mind
with wrinkled wrinkled:  fine.

the one little bee bit me.

pit me up

against my me.



tea. for three. now serves only me.

for thee, has been a destroyer to my kind handles and controls



you drank coors.

i smiled as a child .




for reasons coldy draw that in my childish state I saw

that star that told me such a nursery rhyme

and said that if i should give it time,

some will would have me find

that stories make life chime


and
together in ******* cohesion
with knotted roots of profusion
and exstactic empathofusion moving.

and

the story was you. with your coors.

twinkle said the star and I hungered and sang through all time
to hear such another nursery rhyme
only to get the buckled pang

from my empty state of mind.