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this is a poem.
this is a – i’ve been up all night kind of poem.
this is the type of poem people who ate too much speed like kind of poem.
this is a i’m living each day like a new king of a poem.
i’ve been doing what I want, each day, kind of,
waking up dry mouthed and wide awake,
slipping in the hall,
knocking on the hall,
listening to the wall,
kind of poem.
this is the type of poem you write when you want to write, type of poem.
this is the type of, days turning to night, into days, type of poem.
hoping for something new, seeing everyone new,
everyone the same, type of poem.
this is a home for holiday, seeing old friends – kindergarten best friends – ordering ice cream for his mom at a gas station kind of poem.
it’s a i’ve wanted to be an off track better my whole life kind of poem
this is a no one man you know is happy with where he is type of poem,
and no one man will be, kind of poem.
this is a Blakean – i’ve feared these visions, my innocence vs. my experience.
you walked along the fallen rocks and kicked mud, we all kick mud kind of poem.
a “i’ve taken to long trying to write a poem” type of poem.
the type of poem you write when you should have tried prose,
maybe try to explain your ideas better, maybe try and get better ideas.
shorter sentences length, that one is a run on, do you check your grammar, have you proofed this,
type of poem.
this is a, “i’ll come back and work some more on this one” type of poem.
I read bukowski when I mingle with the smokers
Once a time
Dime by the bag
But pennies for the thoughts
Here are my two senses
…oh, right, here’s my two cents…
roll in the THUNDER!
The lightening and the storm
Dark and light
Is insanity at bay
Grey area rules the might
So take it to the drained lake
ROW THAT BOAT!
ROW THAT BOAT!
That’s FUCKED UP!
You’re FUCKED UP!
So…just run away then.
Ken doll face, flubby teletubby body
Wobbly legs, this is AMERICA at its finest
Smile at the crowd
Wave so FUCKING thunderously loud!
You’ve got a cult following
Following you like a dog
Bogged down in a rut.
Cough it up, fat man!
The hairball has you all choked up?!?!
Kat has your tongue
I got you
But here I am
Back at the street
…here’s my two cents…
…sorry for my two sense…
ONTO THE NEXT BEER!
Such solemn goodbyes
Tentatively bring forward
A timid hello
Siting in this chair got me thinking real hard
About the life that I live as I gaze at the stars
Keep my mind on the prize and not distracted by the broads
There are bigger matters than the jewels and the fancy cars
Too much weight on my shoulders, I’m not sure I can go far
Mentally been injured, these are my battle scars
No time for these war games, I show my Purple Hearts
I just want to live a good life, what ever that is
Something from the negative to positive
So the whole world is feeling this
Kicking some dope lethal weapon shit
I will tag the world in my message
So the scribes will jot me down for the record
1,2 just check it!
There is too much to say, and not enough words
Metaphorically soaring sky high with the birds
There is no need for the herbs, I am on another level
The psychedelic feeling I obtained from the several
Interactions with my self
To support future wealth
To benefit good health
I’m not just a figurine laying on a shelf
I’m a living organism, a written catechism
Nature’s chemist splitting atoms in the kitchen