VINCENT

cover skin in i's or blade me
or toss me a dozen donuts
to fish
i looks like a sword
i rose from concrete
i don't look beautiful because i am beautiful
for now
a cloud
of toxic gas
or light from sun flares
or my name
said again and again
through a solid metal door
key hole
afraid of news
afraid of a black nothingness
or a rainbow nothingness
smell star dust
life as a baller
when i am remembering
being up at 2 in the morning
blazed i guess
i am storming
talk about what i can touch
in a chest brain
pipe dreams
dripping the sweat from your sun
laughing out loud at our words
my dungeon chomper
look at us now
look at us again years from now
we live
and die at the same time
i can sing songs from the grave
but only thug til i die
written on a stretch of leather
a california cowboy
said west was a direction
or great plains was a sky
and if the buffalo will run
off a cliff
so can i