Quatrain Quango

there's clouds above
and stars to shine
light from somewhere,
everywhere, mystic

 

she told me to stop gathering
I've had enough of
temporal wires,
scurried thru a forest of corn

 

GOD DAMN the binary
GOD DAMN the cars
GOD DAMN the steering wheel
and pedals, and metal, and eyes

 

Strike me with a band,
baby strike me with a trumpet,
and a snare, with an obo
a sitar, and flesh sounds

within
eyes
compiled
words for later

Yeah I talk to myself
person in the car
next to me
wondering what I'm saying

THIS
AND THAT
AND THIS
THAT

 

they're called soldiers
they shoot, some rape
and make me
fucking sick

 

moved accross a fat country
now the moon sky's all
unfathom the
raced sticky

 

Blue, blue, blue...
I close my eyes &
All I see is your eyes!
I close my eyes & you touch my soul
_______

To a bed and then to breakfast -
A-traipsing along a flowery trail
I'll meet you
At the falls, my dear

 

the cosmic falls
of upward dust
stellar indigigoed
the plant-life here

 

Y'know,
I screamed at fate
Earlier in the morning, when I told her
She ought to go to hell

 

i remain stupid
as stupid as i can
i try to forget things
as often as possible



i am vulgar
i swore there'd be warning
i tried; just lied
i came in your mouth

 

immediately before I
gained access,
gazed into the black
WURU

 

(stalk, i thought you lived in CA?)

plans change,
people change;
I wonder where
the old ones go...

 

I moved accross the country
and now the air is sticky
In search of acid
amung redneck zombie fucks

 

everyone and their brother
is moving to Florida these days.
t'is a shame, for you especially
to trade CA for FL...

 

yeah yeah I know
I've spent plentya time here
coping with the
bog

tis a long long
story, accompanied with
many totum poles that
fell outa my ass

 

let us talk of grinding teeth
of shotgun farts that stir the sheets
no; our time is short, so I'll be brief
beware: the great vagina thief

 

i sat, a lotus on the lawn
but all i could do is blink and yawn
peace of mind would not be mine
but peace in sleep would work just fine

 

Thunder hangs heavy
over my head and
my feet are caked with dirt...
Am turning it to mud
_______

a memo to: remind
the children that I love them
pick up flowers for the wife and
have that report on his desk by noon

 

Around around a merrygoround!
My arms are bare,
save for b u t t e r f l i e s ,
and I've got to fly -
Oh Away away, I'm busy can't you see?
... A few more hours
and patience, Peace
(and the tide) will belong to me | (to be)

 

i'm bored, it's late and raining.
a friend had a baby, a life.
i have nothing but these
depressed and drunken feelings



I'm getting old, 23
I'm having a quarter-life crisis
where do I go from here
here, which is nowhere?



No one wants to read my problems
hell, I don't want to write them
i'll regret posting this tomorrow
but for now, pffft...