Wednesday, October 21, 2009

this makes no sense like twenty six cents in a quarter just stick to sense and spare to mention the dense moments when you can't condense the gentlest gestures of gentlemen's money spent to get your attention like laundering money gets the feds attention like wandering honeys gets the mens attention like playboy bunnys get a dick's attention slaughter all discretion he'll alter your mind's expected course of course he'll take you on tours of hors devoures and and what remains is a reminder of what love is like in vain you'll stain your record of no complaints of no restraints with no place to place the mortal remains of the total strangers you strangled in your sleeping chambers while mangled neighbors desecrate the sacred places where the corpses ate from the plates are cleared and bones are beared and that is why we can't compare the face we wear or stare at in the mirror the drearier speakers come in clearer the dearer leave the casket in the clearing at the end of the path you see you've passed to a pasture greener than grass that's higher and cleaner than the grass you pass to friends and call reefer you get high you go deeper than the sleep that you get from sleeping on sleep pills cuz sleep kills but the weed it fulfills the need that you feel to see what you feel and spill at your feet the guts that you keep in the skin that you fill one day you'll display the still you created the skill that you played with and stayed with until you paraded your shameless face in a way that was just a charade and paid for by the state like watergate or reagan's days in a house half baked like a rifle blast on a november day that took a nation to another place to a war on race to a colder front where destruction waits with tons of megatons of uranium waiting to erase a piece of the face of an eternal mother who does not judge nor debate she simply spins in place and in case you're hating let me explain that i don't debate i simply state the state of things we cannot change i'm not deranged i'm not insane my plane's landing without delay the sky is falling but not today the clouds are saving all their rain to fall before the month of may to let the spring spray out its rays of sun and shine and better days

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I write not to make sense but to lose it.