I'll call around 7:00

Like watchin the clock
School boy, bout to get him beat up
Heart racin, to the finish line
But there's no finish line until she show up

Play it out like you want it
Play it out like you don't
It's got pain written all upon it
Ya got choke in the middle of ya throat

Beggin aint gonna please ya
Or keep her here ya, time let the girl go
She been walking for along time
Only just now, she gonna let ya know

Take the pill little man
Shake it off, stand up
And the rest begin
Let it be enough

She aint getting what she want's here (all right)
So play it off like she didn't get ya all wrapped up (oh no)

Tick tockin, door lockin (un-lockin)
As ya pace the floor
Not wantin explanations
Bout the night before

Gettin to ya on the inside
Where you already f*cked up
Not pickin up the all signals
And gettin feedback chatter in ya little black box

Scrabbled eggs on the table
Like a brain buffet
Ya not thinking bout it clearly
watch you got to say

Take the pill little man
Shake it off, stand up
And the rest begin
Let it be enough

She aint getting what she want's here (all right)
So play it off like she didn't get ya all wrapped up (oh no)

Fight Song

hey motherfuckers with all the gold
you see us suffer yet you withhold
you could do better and turn the tides
you feed us hate and loads of lies
the human voice is getting louder
and our disdain grows every hour
elite consensus, fuck your dome!
here comes your ROME!

Airport Breakfast

full of lust
full of breakfast
sweaty palms
jet-setting eyes on the prize

imperialists comrades
capitalists partners
self-appointed, and self-important
how I am supposed to cut their hearts out with this stupid plastic knife?

haunted by questions
life full of desires unmet
time slips by like a train full of graffiti
each car the same and unique

good morning earth
good morning humans
good morning all you gods and devils

new york hangover
repeat and roll over
panties on the subway tracks
passed over for popcorn by the rats

there’s a killer in the room
look close, and act fast
you’re getting old, and slow
no more pats on the back

sometimes I just watch people walk around
I wonder what makes them want to try or give up
I wonder if they are unconvinced like me
that consciousness can grow randomly

is all the unfairness of life just our expression
that we’re frustrated we can not personify or destroy uncertainty
that we can not be sure if we’ve correctly assembled
everything that we’ve perceived and conjured

Nonsense

I’m looking out through these eyes like I’m trapped in here
As though my body were holding another, smaller version of myself, deep inside
And the hardest part is that I can not say that this has not always been the case

Sometimes, I even fight tears back when I think about who I am
Not because I’m lacking or unsavory, but because I am captive, to fear
Fear of something that I never been face to face with, even when facing death

If you have seen or heard these words, you are beginning to know me
The question will become, do you want to, and if so, why?
I have no answers, only questions

This catalog of stories I can tell, using various faces and tones
Are not me, and they are not true, these stories are only how I found myself
Inside here, and I am simply trying to be free from the lie, that there is a truth

Virgo

It's what you wrote on the cold window
The memory of your breath
The spirit inside you
That keeps me coming back

A field of white in sheets
Like snow that comes too soon
Your ghostly figure drifting
With sassy cap of brune

I won't deny your kisses
They are the ones that make me weak
The knees, the arms, desire
Burning, wilting like a wick

Sit here and I will cover you
In confectionery love
I have so much, to treasure you
Feels capital within

Eat from this, my Apple
Take extra for the heart
If we in fact become what's eaten
We'll never be apart

#142

It's never like the first time
No new feelings this time around
Just new faces

We can go around in circles
But the glow was burning brightest
The first time this ride came through

Putting all this life of loving
In a zip-loc with a date
Written carefully in permanent
By the loving hand of fate

Unicycle

It's never still in the thought spaces anymore.
As if all my synapses were trying to create brain butter.
Cataloging, filing, and recompiling.

I'm versioning.

Squashing bugs, and future-proofing my new trajectory.
I'm all about interfacing, and becoming adaptable.
Making new parts of out old ones.

Having meltdowns.

Sifting through the pretentious and un-useful for the gold.
Like a mental case of embryonic eugenics.
I have day dreams of off shoring my personal development.
I practice making perfection, and I don't even believe in it.
I'm a cycle, a unicycle.

A traveling experiment of love.

Begging for oil, as I squeak by you... hardly un-noticed.

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