that lady had so much work done on her face
she’s hardly recognizable now—they use her
for random drunk driving campaigns and
this is what happens when you
get behind the wheel after you smoked
the weed in the glove compartment
good luck with all that
luck to you and your fervent weed smoking
yes
see where that gets you
see where it doesn’t get you
see somehow
get those eyes pried open, opened up
unclenched little minions little lackeys
hey, I’ve got problems
I’ve got staring problems
hey I’ve got my hands tied here!
sure ya do!
I’m all alone with my thoughts here
someone dial THREE numbers!
while I use a 4 letters to tell you
where you can go
if us meek shall inherit the earth
it’s because
we’ll go postal…
that’s
what you wanna here, is it not?
that we’ll do it like that, say what?
but you’re the one
to my mind—
who will be fucking it up, fucking losing it
you’ll be the who loses it in the end
you’ll be the one licking those stamps
everyone predicts this
my data grows restless and unhinges
into big blood thinner smiles of
static void of
stillness morn
gangly
exceptionally gnarled
dialed midnight freakish
spotty
go see what you can see
ground to shreds
shredded documents ta
shredded documentaries
sanskrit subtleties—
om namo superfluous super nannies
ripped badges, engulfed baggets
pre-processed : post processed
catalogued
confluence
cadence
kindness
kink
kindling gladness
poP Pop Pop
stop—at the next sign
you see
stop—
on a dime,
this time you’ll be
close to everything
you can
be
open your eyes to
see:
confined reason
your religion
chopped base of
bean stalk
Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese
shady business dealings
lifelong conditioning
accomplished actor acts out
in real life,
ODs in real life, autopsy (solitary) (solution)
how is it a solution to
owe it all back to the banks
so the banks own you?
in reality, a side of town
revved engines
split ends
Real men
compact lifestyle buyouts
plain as day
plane as knife into building’s gut
with nothing to say
blood as fire
you see it? me too
cops hate to be called pigs
Pigs hate to be called cops
FUCK
I’m Fumbling—Unknowingly
through Cemetery plots K through L
L for lethargy
or Lemon, as in the car-you-drive
but aren’t they all trucks here?
(in) Texas,
everyone drives (a) truck
while I drive alone with my thoughts
you see it coming? I see it coming
taught myself to say it:
“I’m a philosopher…”
yeah, that’s right—
I’ve grown up
I’m a big boy now
my favorite philosopher
by the way—is me!
free enough to know better
and I take shit from nobody!
no need to impress you
with my nervous system concoction
of words
been around
long enough
to know
there’s no one
who’s anybody
to really answer to
was born into this
to be born back out of it—
party animal
partly animal
strange indoor animal
the zen keys
are there for
opening all the doors
already unlocked
and naw, I don’t eat pork,
either
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