House on fire,
House on fire,
Role me a phat one.
Tonite the house ,
Tomorow nites up in smoke.
The walls were brown
Wall paper.  
Upinside here.
A white beard of smoke.
Goblin green walls,
Purple stains,
Scattered gold vains.
What a joke
We felt like smoked out
Hot patatoes,
I sat on my missing phone.
*******,
Coconut musics third encore.
Remember what you said.
I said sometimes say the truest things.
Remember what you said.
You become what you love.
He needs help.
He doesnt know,
What isnt his own.
Isnt my best friend,
Starting to bun out,
My bic lighter,
Is out.
My hands strike a match,
Is it so much to ask.
There were so many clicks.
Jump up or something
Else happened
To apear
Just to gorge
On your ptsd
Like the memory
of seing your last horror film.
You left angry,
And told us repeatingly.
I need help
tell us what we can do.
Help us tell you and
You can  show us
whose fault it was
I told you not to let anybody
do what they did.  
What is it worth
doing all over again.
All the reconziliation
Speeds off with ten dollars
In gas money.  
Did you know
What to do
after one interview
In a shrinks office.
Your inner thoughts
have to record
everything.  
And for a few seconds
Every thing pushing
towards her garage.
Found a place upwards
in new hours slowly
able to erase the dust tic by tic.
Now we can start counting
Episodes you had.
Nowe we can understand what you have
And by december you will have the best christmas
Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry
When it snows.

A piece of rock that had lived alone by the sea
laid lazily on the sands and said sighfully,
"I have seen the waves come and go repeatingly,
and i have touched the sands and felt the breeze.
For thirty years i have seen through life's miseries
Everything's a routine, and is as boring as can be."

An echo then came from the vast ocean and replied,
"You have never touched the clouds in the sky;
into the deepest abyss, you have never dived;
you have not met other rocks on the opposite side.
As the waves wash you out, you'll start to find
There's a jewel in your heart, and you shouldn't deny."

Love like you're emotionally unavailable
Sing like you really don't want to
Dance like everybody is looking and you feel very uncomfortable
Live like you have a repeatingly boring life

Unapleable Malcolm slept
I dont understand his goals
Of looking a wayward.  
He could of had his fill.  
It would be the work from work
How his friends worked todo away with.  The weird word in work.  Malcolm's word weird like undendentiable DNA.  
So many routines cloning  over repeatingly lapping like red ants.  
All the hours of day became more over themselves rather than every short spout of ingnorance.   The future totaled every amount sweat spent on inferior wastes of clock and thin hands.  His investable mind watched As time going while his chances aged until the idea became mildewedl over the already resting smells of rotten stairs.

I awoke in Paris with the former lover of my earlier days spent in long sectioned tiles with alternating patterns of faded neon luster.

Her tight expression seemed almost repeatingly rehearsed, while she spoke to say, “Juniper is the breath, and the gin we sipped just wasn’t strong enough to wash this bitter taste from the edges of my mouth.”

So it was, a fixated intent to claim a world without command of the lingering nights we spent in that small apartment.

Evenings drawn through observing yellow-tints reflecting through stained prismatic windows dancing along the corner of 3am.

“****” I exclaimed, as if I didn’t know the distance of our hands in that moment and what it truly meant t