the futility of voice
who lives across the street?
Across the street
Will she succumb by me-
succumb by me?
Wipe my face with a saliva wridden palm
Wipe my face to the
GOD GIVEN ALL
Do you know what that means?
Prolly not.
Fuck it. Don’t matter
Ass fuck.
The flag is silent at the mast
Dreaming of heroes
And dreams past.
Who thought it could
Ever last?
Good time daydream
Bad time soul stream.
I wish
It was better
Than what it seemed.
I need a typewriter
For lack of anything
Better to do. I think
I will let this shit go on.
Sum people will be
Up in a very short while.
Does that give
You the right to be
Four hours and 24 minutes
Past the nile?
Maybe in vegas.
But that is it.
I ashamed to even write IT.
Or admit it.
Fucking shit.
The flag is silent
On the pole.
The flag has come
to know its role
being that even
something to de gra
c’mon shit me
la tee da.
Grow weed please.
It is the best thing
You have ever done.
Do it now.
Only this restores
My faith in anarchism.
Which is a sin for saying
Anyway.
The saxophone is
Going wild.
Finally after 5 beers
And six rum and cokes
4 strong, I am about
to break free. Drink agua (H2O)
will I be able to
interpret this as English?
Give me a reason to
Despise.
Please stop
Our survival depends on it.
FUCK!!
STOP!!
OK. You suck.
Fuck. I suck.
Never has such
Discrepancy been
Seen.
Oh well. Let the
muted trumpet
Rule the night.
The page is blank again
The page is no longer
Being blown by the wind
Just a small fine
Bead hunkering along.
In the depths of mordor.
Led zeppelin jrr tolkien
What a stupid story
Same old shit
Good
Bad
Good prevails
I’m sick of this shit.
Throw me a curve
Something I can
Give to opposite field.
Fuckers.
Don’t be pissed. Don’t feel
Like the kiss is wasted.
Be unsure and blanket
Your inadequacies w/
The knowledge that
Everything works out in
The end. Let me fuck your 19 year old daughter
Let her feel my hard cock.
Let her juice on my
Jizzm
The further down I get
Down to misery. Just let
It go. Pay no attention.
Here I am. Is this
The way you want it?
I thought this was
The way you hated me.
But none so much
Closer
How does it feel
To still be at square one
I like you though she said
Jesus what’s it like
To be on the imbitterned side?
Hi.
Hi?
Hello to you too.
I love this pen.
It marks so bold and clean.
Papermate Flexgrip ultra fine
The tires on the truck
Need to be replaced.
The steering wheel needs adjustment.
Im supposed to get up
But fuck that
I don’t have to do anything
I don’t want to
Especially meet some fucking
Stoned out fucks.
Don’t take offense
Give a dog a bone
What’s it like
Small insect on the paper
What’s it gonna take
To get you on my paper.
Bitch.
The glub-glub of
A pieced together
Motor sets the sound off.
My bike is ready
My truck is ready.
Only the gas
is left to contemplate.
I used to think
She was the one for me.
But I realize she’s not.
She’s just a stepping stone.
I, I, I’m not
Your stepping stone
I hearing things that
Won’t let me alone.
Farther
Farther
Farther
The further down
I get and the further
Down I let my
Inhibitions
The streets were dirty but on the
Hills the foliage was rich and green
The ocean twinkled in the sun
And the boats moved lazily across
The harbor
There wasn’t much to do accept drink
And work. Occasionally the locals picked
Up your tab or went home with you to
Bed. It was a simple exhistance for lack
Of better description. The days were
Slow, the nights filled with dancing
and fire.
A few miles up the shore tourism boomed
A glittering façade lured in the
Unsuspecting. Three year olds sold cigarettes
and worthless trinkets. Their five year
old sister picked pockets. Their
cousin was fourteen and sold his firm
body on the weekends. He had a car
and admitted w/o shame he liked to
suck cock. But that is a bit sordid
for our purposes. I would like to take
you away from the glitz and the glamour,
take you away, back through the gates
into the dusty back alleys, past the
distractions of travel agencys
and deep into the unknown world of
this deep mystery
I’m drinking rum and coke
And beer watching the lightning
What are you doing?
In my arms under the palms
Nothing to keep us company
Except the dallen coconuts
And the lap of the waves
On shore.
Warm rum and fresh tobacco
The sun goes down slow
Behind us a short walk
To the bungalow with
Mosquito netting around the bed
Before us the ocean
Distant surf roaring lulls to sleep.
Watch the sun go down red
Watch the moon rise yellow
In my arms under the palms
Across the street
Will she succumb by me-
succumb by me?
Wipe my face with a saliva wridden palm
Wipe my face to the
GOD GIVEN ALL
Do you know what that means?
Prolly not.
Fuck it. Don’t matter
Ass fuck.
The flag is silent at the mast
Dreaming of heroes
And dreams past.
Who thought it could
Ever last?
Good time daydream
Bad time soul stream.
I wish
It was better
Than what it seemed.
I need a typewriter
For lack of anything
Better to do. I think
I will let this shit go on.
Sum people will be
Up in a very short while.
Does that give
You the right to be
Four hours and 24 minutes
Past the nile?
Maybe in vegas.
But that is it.
I ashamed to even write IT.
Or admit it.
Fucking shit.
The flag is silent
On the pole.
The flag has come
to know its role
being that even
something to de gra
c’mon shit me
la tee da.
Grow weed please.
It is the best thing
You have ever done.
Do it now.
Only this restores
My faith in anarchism.
Which is a sin for saying
Anyway.
The saxophone is
Going wild.
Finally after 5 beers
And six rum and cokes
4 strong, I am about
to break free. Drink agua (H2O)
will I be able to
interpret this as English?
Give me a reason to
Despise.
Please stop
Our survival depends on it.
FUCK!!
STOP!!
OK. You suck.
Fuck. I suck.
Never has such
Discrepancy been
Seen.
Oh well. Let the
muted trumpet
Rule the night.
The page is blank again
The page is no longer
Being blown by the wind
Just a small fine
Bead hunkering along.
In the depths of mordor.
Led zeppelin jrr tolkien
What a stupid story
Same old shit
Good
Bad
Good prevails
I’m sick of this shit.
Throw me a curve
Something I can
Give to opposite field.
Fuckers.
Don’t be pissed. Don’t feel
Like the kiss is wasted.
Be unsure and blanket
Your inadequacies w/
The knowledge that
Everything works out in
The end. Let me fuck your 19 year old daughter
Let her feel my hard cock.
Let her juice on my
Jizzm
The further down I get
Down to misery. Just let
It go. Pay no attention.
Here I am. Is this
The way you want it?
I thought this was
The way you hated me.
But none so much
Closer
How does it feel
To still be at square one
I like you though she said
Jesus what’s it like
To be on the imbitterned side?
Hi.
Hi?
Hello to you too.
I love this pen.
It marks so bold and clean.
Papermate Flexgrip ultra fine
The tires on the truck
Need to be replaced.
The steering wheel needs adjustment.
Im supposed to get up
But fuck that
I don’t have to do anything
I don’t want to
Especially meet some fucking
Stoned out fucks.
Don’t take offense
Give a dog a bone
What’s it like
Small insect on the paper
What’s it gonna take
To get you on my paper.
Bitch.
The glub-glub of
A pieced together
Motor sets the sound off.
My bike is ready
My truck is ready.
Only the gas
is left to contemplate.
I used to think
She was the one for me.
But I realize she’s not.
She’s just a stepping stone.
I, I, I’m not
Your stepping stone
I hearing things that
Won’t let me alone.
Farther
Farther
Farther
The further down
I get and the further
Down I let my
Inhibitions
The streets were dirty but on the
Hills the foliage was rich and green
The ocean twinkled in the sun
And the boats moved lazily across
The harbor
There wasn’t much to do accept drink
And work. Occasionally the locals picked
Up your tab or went home with you to
Bed. It was a simple exhistance for lack
Of better description. The days were
Slow, the nights filled with dancing
and fire.
A few miles up the shore tourism boomed
A glittering façade lured in the
Unsuspecting. Three year olds sold cigarettes
and worthless trinkets. Their five year
old sister picked pockets. Their
cousin was fourteen and sold his firm
body on the weekends. He had a car
and admitted w/o shame he liked to
suck cock. But that is a bit sordid
for our purposes. I would like to take
you away from the glitz and the glamour,
take you away, back through the gates
into the dusty back alleys, past the
distractions of travel agencys
and deep into the unknown world of
this deep mystery
I’m drinking rum and coke
And beer watching the lightning
What are you doing?
In my arms under the palms
Nothing to keep us company
Except the dallen coconuts
And the lap of the waves
On shore.
Warm rum and fresh tobacco
The sun goes down slow
Behind us a short walk
To the bungalow with
Mosquito netting around the bed
Before us the ocean
Distant surf roaring lulls to sleep.
Watch the sun go down red
Watch the moon rise yellow
In my arms under the palms