what if?
Existence is just a sentence
Extinguished by the pretenses
and the tenses and the images
and we are doing the time

what if?
Earth is just wrath
of all that's not worth
it takes long to imagine
to write a better poem
than boredom

look mother was home the other day

i scream my silence
creeping at the door to the sound of sirens
but since you know my essence
the teeth can only bite my effervescence
my presence calls into  soul science
here i speak the foul to defiency
love in ramble to the noises

i kept coming for the least
the beast of rage keeps east
off the keeping like writs
i fought off myself
like gods bits of wood
i woke up dead dead mood

imagine its nothing sweet
the father that kept sweating
and lost a child bleeting
imagine its nothing sweet
the mother that kept off the labor pains
to keep the pain off a deadbeat donor
keeping his offspring intact

i met a mother off the streets
i imagined the day she comes
come to a shameless man
with little byself
with all she has is beast of burden

i met a father off the streets
working his sweet off
to bury the wreckage
to come home to an unfaithful woman
but still wooed by her moans
i kept the smoke

by the streets is strict
by the rift we still shoot
by the knowledge yet
single handling not yearning

off the morning
of all the mourning
i'm well with moaning
of the praises
off the dribble on my shoes
of all things possible with shoves
i'm there never to come back