spoken words yelled at me through the microphone
free times at the cafe
one after one
trying to make us
truth
laugh
and think
the jink?
am i a poet?
is me poetry?
awe dash us
but it jinked all the links
of my spray painted shrink
who told me that the colors
only talked in pink
what a stink as I rose for my drunken sleep
jesus! a bath for these shrunken feet
asleep at last a dark dusk creeping
around the edges of my
cheep chinese rubber mask
I rise to the cries of the rats
scratching their
brothers and sisters
mothers and fathers
raccoons and push brooms
robbers with fish spoons
tugging the collateral static
collecting on the erratic gestures
of anti-climatic love songs
i breathe in the traffic
catching my breath, death
sucks it in for me
my track record spent
on a blissful sea side
extra ave gan za!
za, za..za.z,.a,,zzzzzzzz...a
za, z, z, a.z,a..a.z.a.z.a....z
az, az..az.a,.z,,aaaaaaa...z
azed?
one after one
trying to make us
truth
laugh
and think
the jink?
am i a poet?
is me poetry?
awe dash us
but it jinked all the links
of my spray painted shrink
who told me that the colors
only talked in pink
what a stink as I rose for my drunken sleep
jesus! a bath for these shrunken feet
asleep at last a dark dusk creeping
around the edges of my
cheep chinese rubber mask
I rise to the cries of the rats
scratching their
brothers and sisters
mothers and fathers
raccoons and push brooms
robbers with fish spoons
tugging the collateral static
collecting on the erratic gestures
of anti-climatic love songs
i breathe in the traffic
catching my breath, death
sucks it in for me
my track record spent
on a blissful sea side
extra ave gan za!
za, za..za.z,.a,,zzzzzzzz...a
za, z, z, a.z,a..a.z.a.z.a....z
az, az..az.a,.z,,aaaaaaa...z
azed?