…ants in my sugar…coffee in my milk and i spilled it on a spider…kitty needs feeding but my food won’t fit in her mouth…
kitchen cabinet’s been lean for life and my last knife broke on the hard bread…
dirt muffins and mildew custard go nicely with ant coffee and jellyfish pizza…
wish i could go back in time again and ask my descendants what they plan on doing when they finally get here cause there ain’t nothin safe as milk in my ilk…
i miss your picture and kiss you again wishing for your lips in its stead…wishing i could take it all back, but i stand by what i said…
wishing i could take it all back and i’d make God suffer for what he put inside of you-the sickness that will take you…
but he’s not there when i call…or he just doesn’t care at all…
music’s not the same…my samemoldsamemold’s not quite the same…or my name…who am i now in this new different game?…
unsafe in my own mind, which i do not own: my mind’s a cage…and i don’t mind a bit if i finally throw a fit…gotta git…gotta get this good work done and get it over wit…no more H…
…got nothing to prove to God anyway…it’s like whispering sweet poetry into a dead dog’s ear as the maggots chew him back to home leaving rot for the worms and the germs are all my words he doesn’t understand…yet he knows i’m only a man…whispering…whispering my most finely lain plans for a future rope burning my way back to life-leaving this death for all and for once it might get me some where am i going with this?…
…need to leave this frown kingdom move into a smile shack…put my nose to the right trail find my happy space put it back on my face for the things i lack…
Living on the floor you can’t help wanting more, though i’m happy with what i have to be happy about like a bore who just got interesting…walking out the door and into the store for a pack of
cigarettes hardly taste the same without you here…like everything else i seem to be losing…
…hungry for a bullet in my old age i don’t feel the rage of my former years with all these tears another rancid steak…and mistakes i’ve made are like a plague upon my memories of bravado and youth…
…the coffee’s burnt but the jellyfish pizza feels warm on my tooth…if i only had time to play…romp through the house i can’t keep
doing this but i would be remiss to keep on crying without trying to win anymore in the shape i’m in…
” i talk to the wind ” blowing through my mind and tickling my ears…” my words are all carried away…the wind does not hear…the wind cannot hear…”
…” build a tower of strength and watch it weaken…construct high hopes as the brightest beacon”