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autobiography in stitches

this is the prelude to my bleak post-modern book i am walking alone away from the light from the pavement to the grass with hands in pockets and face down turned i am walking away from the light to this pot holed parking lot i am the loner poet spending nights at the library making love on paper and never making love happen to me surrounding myself with beautiful things but never quite touching them someday we’ll crawl down this campus with windows down and music blaring and silent smiles on our faces on our faces i can feel it in the way my bones ache because it’s that same song that scares me every time because the vocals seem so painful and i can’t help but imagine losing you and that’s always the way the murphy’s law scenarios play out in my mind

gorky

did you ever think you’d be alive and aware on this day i’ve head about the prophecies from yr dark star i want you to stay i want this moment to last forever i want this star to never fade away this poet’s dry again and quiet in his little mind games building the global paradigm to make the faces in the pictures not look so sad or at least soften the stark shades of gray get up stand up stand up for yr rights get up stand up never stop the fight so i had an idea once when i saw that ghost deep inside yr beautiful brown eyes so i had a vision once but now it’s just become some sort of idealistic nonsense but i told them to stop controlling the minds of their disciples those rebels never listen this only means the future

the failure of mathematics

these shapes take up page space trade paperback metaphysical these lines define every perfect moment in a hero’s life these images sway in arrogant eloquence howls echo down the cobblestone the trails i’ve inherited i can’t speak i can only yell angels are evil curves are angels

the flowers that grow all around my hat

she was left years ago to be replaced by synthetic skin and steel bones like a war hero loser lost across the sea he’ll come back and find love wasn’t waiting for some childish killing black flowers grow all around my had for a year and a day a tribute to my true love then thousand miles away she is scratching the days on the wall of her sorrowful cell waiting for me to find her to put down the flag and find out what is truly on my mind black flowers grow typical greenie willow warn all around my hat so the spider can spin her tapestry breathing fate to life and the stars can spin in a deep and dancing melody black flowers grow all around my hat

g8 (banjo song)

isis with wings swings her chariot down low she’s become the sugar in the tea of the fates clad in shoes and polished shoes all around the caldron bubbling with the aftermath of a disease the bitter leaves steeping in the polluted and fluoridated water of the great machine someday you’ll find yrself in a new crib of concrete and steel hanging precariously from the tree of amerikan lynch justice

dioxin

the rain will wash the glass clean the water washes everything away the dome of the sky is overcast with clouds that break like the sand in the desert on fault lines and i’m scared i am scared i’m sorry divine rays of light creep through the cracks at twilight they are an oracle guiding me and blinding me

six stars surround a crescent moon

a festering despair grips tightly and pulls us down the cries can be head in the streets the desolate hiways paved with broken hearts ‘dear fatah i have no home’ identity is locked tightly with the key inside the yellow envelope just a memory of the life once lived ‘dear fatah i have no home’

tomorrow is a day

remember when there were brilliant dragon puppets going through the streets on new years eve everyone got under them and danced in their own way and it was magic now the dragons have become individual marionettes their strings are being tugged every which way i get knocked down but i get up again no one’s ever gonna keep me down