Where you at?

I learned your dictionary
it’s nothing new
I learned it long time ago
so I know the meaning
I know the meaning of every word
and how to put those words into sentence
that makes perfect sense:
yeah, poetry is easy
you know it is
when nobody dies
and everybody likes.

where are the people? where are the trees,
sleepy owls, tiny little noises in the grass,
where is the sky?
I see a lot of compromises my son,
the ones you say you make because you want to,
and that’s some bullshit my boy,
oh yes it is.
you’ve left me all alone, and I din’t say a word,
not a word;
yet somehow,
every once in a while,
you can hear the sound of those words
that were never said.


God is in the details;
fuck all the bitches that ain’t shit.
You will give me the course
And I…
And I…
And I…
And I…

(life is hard. in comparison to what?
for every man that I kill
I want


Some sharp, inevitable thoughts
can put a razor in your hand.
The enemy is here,
so invisible,
but so here.

4:11 AM,
a small room filled with no meaning,
devastated mind in a sick body, on a dirty carpet.
The window is open; it’s raining outside.
Nothing special here.
Nothing special, indeed.


No beginning, no end
and nothing in between:
how do you tell a story like that?
This gun in your hand is gettin heavy,
and it’s gettin heavier
as you makin your decision –
yeah, you’re making that decision
and that’s what makes it so…


Time counts down and that gun is a bitch now –
your hand starts to shake,
as you tryna keep it leveled to your arm;
your arm, you keep leveled to your shoulder;
and your shoulder,
how much can it take, before the pain takes over?
There’s a chain reaction about to happen,
everything is about to change,
and still,
you believe


There’s a depth far away within you,
this uncontrollable force,
a black hole, pullin you inside
until there’s no trace of you left –
no beginning, no end
and nothing in between.
You are a night wind,
a deaf blink of an eye,
strange memories of wiggling leaves,
broken mirrors,
a world that’s lookin’ back.
Make a move, boy.
In this empty moment,
you are a particle of hope
hiding a universe inside
for a big bang.

it’s like:

it is
and so it isn’t
cos it isn’t that
that it is not.
but what it is, it is
so it is what it is:
you live
and so you die,
that is.

Ahead Of Time

the play lasted long into the night
and then he left:
carried by the wind
he blew through the dark
and he was beautiful,
almost free,

but no witness was there.

pills kill.
pills can cause slow and painful death.
but your doctor or pharmacist
can help you stop.

shadow of an old oak.

You donno

Late at night, when you sleepin
a lotta shit’s goin’on
but hell, you donno
because you sleepin

You donno

And the shit, it’s goin’on:
the wind is blowin
the lights are wigglin
the trees become alive
the cats become alive
and these rats
they form into gangs
every night

I know
because I see
and I see
because there’s actually not much goin’on at night
so whatever moves
I’ll catch it

In the daytime
when everything’s out there at once
you can’t really see anything