13 September 2012

TRYING TO OPEN THINGS W/ YR TEETH



how does a poem
or how i mean how
do i write abt how a human does this
if i don't pay attention to them
say maybe i imagine
think of long digit hand or time stopping
reach through visual air
each part of it ice
or is forming the way i stay here
crumbling cookies in my thief pouches
i am sorry
they were so something
and you can't always take what you want
so you might as well not take anything
and so the stone rolling
or walk barefoot or speed up and now running
full speed
VROOOOM
is the title
of yr life
VROOOOOOOM
is the begining of where you were and then
the next life you have
i guess i say Paul sometimes loses
or sometimes a sunrise can be a loser
or sometimes the emptiness inside all of us
the gut void
is where we are meant to be
& a hug can be a good thing sometimes
& if i am wasted or you are not wasted
& a dumb drunk boy runs over a dumb drunk boy
w/ his car
a HONDA
or i dunno it's like that story you tell
or it gets told for you so everyone remembers
and they weren't even there
i guess i owe you yr hair back
i guess they already took mine
i should stop guessing so much
i have no luck
i am unlucky
i used to believe in someone elses god to make my failures seem important
i know thats stupid now
but oh well
what was i supposed to do