A Sleeping Spot For Everyone

the jewel tree of Tibet
Hollywood Squares set up
all your friends
and teachers up
on the board
friends that aren’t fair weather
or back stabbing
subject for
an old hardcore song
New York City style

duck quick under
a tree bound by fleeing
the sick laughter from
which to take shelter
a sleeping spot
for everyone
the surrogate
each styling of doubt
we punch out
our television sets
of the past…
the guy has a death wish
stirring up shit
racist mouthwash

I say it like I see it, bra

northbound red line
what I see I say out past
the red blue margins

on the cusp of riding
the bus again
and still no kids
free enough to travel
‘cept I have two grey cats
that don’t

2009 will mark
my twentieth year
as a vegetrian
this means
the age factor is
becoming a factor

like me asking how
old you are
is more pertinent
than talking to
you about
Children of The Corn

or asking
“what’s your sign?”