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i have these amazing dreams, i'm sure of it.
i'm sure there are lions and tigers and bears - oh my.
i'm sure there are knights, dragons, nascar
i'm sure there are girls, oh the girls - oh my.
i'm sure of it.
i wake up at 6:15.
6:15 my mom shakes me and my alarm goes off
my lights go on. 6:20
shower, sometimes,
sometimes sleep.
teeth face SKIN SKIN SKIN
soap water, soap soap and water
toothpaste, shaving cream, cuuuue-tips.
breakfast is coffee with 3 scoops of sugar
lots of fucking sugar
muffins, eggs, 7:15.
my car starts slowly
it putters and turns over
and the little red light - in the shape of an engine
flicks on and fades off sporadically
as clouds drift overhead.
roads, tires, rolling, rolling
roads that don't end
as i turn off to take a different path
and robert frost would love an SUV
to take the path less traveled by
when the wheels and the traffic don't turn fast enough.
music speakers blaring horns bouncing
i smoke cigarettes and ash splinters back into my car
dusting everything in a drift of wonderland
bowls! get dipped out. yeah man, yeah.
music speakers blaring bouncing - horns HORNS HORNS!
yes.
hand over hand over hand
steering, clutch, shift, gawufff, gawuff, gawuff
putter putter, the light flicks on and off,
that little engine burning red against the dash
i smoke cigarettes. ash splinters back into my car.
pants, shirt. ash dots paths all over them
and i promise to blow it off when i get out of my car.
speed bump, speed bump, 2 more.
four speed bumps,right,in,a,row
i smear the ash on my pants when i wipe it off.
i always forget the promises i make to myself
at 7:45 in the car alone.
those are the ones that mean the most though,
my meditation, my fucking DREAMS.
lions and tigers and bears - oh my.
knights and dragons and... nascar.
school is school is school
like a rose is a rose is a rose
but that's all metaphorical bullshit
because school is sitting at desks that are to small
taking tests and drinking snapple.
we get high a lot, we go to physics class and get our minds blown
secrets of the universe
we go to math and draw pictures on the desks
we go to english and crack fucking good old boy raw haw haw - jokes.
it's hard to put an experience in to words
it's hard to tell you about my dreams
my trip to school, my day
the way lifting weights follows classes
and then dipping and spinning down more roads
wheels roads wheels spin spin spin
ripping bongs in an apartment with dirty carpets
and the same six kids there EVERY TIME
trapped, time warped, jinxed, hexed by brown man voodoo,
witch doctor ex-roommates.
witch doctor left holes in the walls
when he punched right through that shit.
i go home and eat dinner,
spin some logic with my family, blinking jeopardy,
wheel of fortune while we take our food.
my mom's bullshit full of wisdom - full
and brimming over so she CRAMS it into us
and it makes me want to slap her.
my dad sits quiet and stern
like Buddha blowing hookah-smoke signals on top of his
cheshire cat, blue and white checkered
alice in nirvana mushroom throne.
like Buddha he blows wisdom of his own.
sometimes, even, i can surprise THEM.
sheets, radiohead, rain drops drops drops on roofs
lawns glow neon in fuzzy night
television sets beam colours that christens windows
and a million engine lights
blink like a million stars
down roads that don’t end.
roads, tires, rolling, rolling
and i’m back asleep -
dreaming, I’m sure
of knights, dragons and nascar.