my libido feels low
should i take something for that?
it fit all weird,
on purpose.
Arabella cradled a dead knight underneath the linden
Where else would I have expected to find her
in a sundress like that?
Nobody gonna fuck with you no more
said my neighbor who sells crack
she looked around and noticed that I
had tried to hide my nagel print in an inappropriate hiding place
"nobody has a messier room than i do!", cackles the jamie cat,
then he looks out the window and looks a little worried,
ruin on the mountain
"doc, they put me up in this hospital for i dont know what the fuck. i'm sayin, i stay in my head, i aint on no crazy shit--let me up out this. for real, i'm sayin, im 32 years old, grown man, you heard? doc, you look at these youngsters, they wild, they on crazy shit. they dont know how it get done, they stay up at they mama place. i'm know i'm right, when i was 23 years old i had my own spot to lay mine, i was making my own cash flow. the youngsters stay up in they mama place, even when they family dont want nothing to do with them, and them boys buck down on some shit, they bringing pistols up in the house. i got a lady i lay with up 65th and last night her son come home real mad or real scared. for real, he walking around the room cocking a shotgun. he looking out the window saying if he see the police come up the house he gonna blow them away. and i was drunk, im laying on the bed telling boo to give me her hand so i can get my ass up and get on out of that house, but she off hollering at her son, and he still pacing the room looking out all them windows. he saying he going 187 on any fool that step to the house. i still on the bed, i cant get up, i was drunk, but i look out the window and i see a police roll up front the house so im saying hell no get me out this spot i aint getting shot because homegirl son trying to fuck with 5-0. i see the officer coming up to the door and boo son sticking that shotgun out the window on the other side the room, im covering my eyes like a child and i hear the police man shout like "oh shit" real loud. i aint heard no shot so i look out the window, i see the man down behind the cruiser on the radio for backup. boo son moving to other windows and he shouting and swinging the shotgun all over, boo down on the floor hollering and she crying and saying "please RJ, put that gun down" but he aint listen and come over to where i be laying on the bed, and i saying something but he tell me to shut up and he pointing the shotgun right out the window and im right sure that im going to get shot by the police or boo son, but i cant get up. then about three more cruisers come up and all them police get out they cruisers with they guns pointed at the spot windows, and boo son holler something murder and pull the trigger. Im knowing, I'm dead. I open my eyes and I see RJ spraying at them police, but he only shooting tiny cats out the end the shotgun, and them tiny cats come out the shotgun and they running around the yard front the house. police be behind they cars with they guns, watching those tiny cats running front the house."
'all babes must fall'
XI
Lifestyle Poem #1
Familiar with black escalades
And secret little boogies,
Those naughty boys,
They ran out of the corner store
And away from the sirens,
Those banshee sirens
Lifestyle Poem #2:
No, I haven’t gotten around to that yet
I was busy with my life, slow bearded and fighting doggies
but
Those boys!
Those naughty boys!
They don’t do anything!
Your front wheels thieved on Telegraph
Your lips shiny in sly bars
Where you got down,
I guess
I was dripping water in the bathroom
Wondering how poop got on my towel
That’s why I don’t shower too oft,
X
How about a riddle?
What do you get when you stay on the porch
and send all demons on a hike?
A hell of a zoloft sunburn
On the porch my buddy was sitting with his girl
It’s a good time and the sun is good fruit here
my buddy's got his signature ass-crack,
he's picking mysteries out of that lady hair
I was sitting there too
Hows about a joke?
Walk on up the steps and take a look in that lady hair,
you might not find a thing under those curls,
Except a butt cheek
I took a hike myself, a little later on
Not to follow all demons, but to put somethin in the bod
But that neighborhood was full of rude doggies
What about a request?
Don't run up on me,
I'm looking close at little hearts,
I got in the White Lexus and jetted out
At Human Services Agency
At long last, the grail king can rest
At little rows of plastic pews
And about I tell ya secret?
How do you get out of a dandruff snowstorm and a conversation with citizen weird?
Go through doors 1, 2, or 3---theres foodstamps behind every one
It was never boring here
while those rude doggies were barking
but I'd never seen a grimace like that before,
so happy,
faces of everybody I know
VIII
notes call ubh get authoruiszation sessions piedmont avenue 3830 2nd fl between hair/ nail salon metal gage code 9190 15 mins early right up staircase MONDAY AT 3
SCALES RUFFLED BY ART HISTORY AND TRAVELLING FROM ONE SIDE OF THE COUNTRY TO THE OTHER TO SEE A THERAPIST WITH A VOICE FOR THE AGES
.00 sec: Monsieur Corbet came out with his hands in the air,
“everybody hands up” or “hands up all the time”,
And then We All came out in festering youth,
Fresh as newly washed chrysanthemums,
Outraged or enraptured,
Unsure if I should
Shit my pants
Or shoot someone,
Piddling downtown
Forsaken at the bus stop!
0.33 sec: Parents, God, I waddled out like a fat little dog,
my manifesto talked about going fast,
going faster than bleeding ducks fisting the past
I crashed my motorcycle and rose from the ditch
With huge ideas and a boner made of jet fuel
I challenged an art critic to a duel,
I told not a soul!
.51 sec: Like 500 years later I got on a plane again,
Changing my pasture from New Hampshire to Florida,
That economy class seated all the furies of hell,
500 ghastly sisters covered in sores and oozing Buffett
Of course, I was horrified.
Good screaming gods of shonga,
Why don’t they just drop me off in the industrial park,
With those covered army trucks and the secret puddles?
.54 sec: We assumed it all to be over,
I was sick to death of thumbs,
I chopped mine off
Sent them in the mail somewhere
Sat my ass in the corner
Wore my 'Life is Good'
Sweatshirt
Had a laugh
.56 sec: uhhh
.58 sec: with my head shaved,
im a mean mother fucker
i waited for my dad in the airport
and listened to a sad song by Puff Daddy
my tears were really Sting's
and things were positive
2.03: huffed something extremely rude
1 hr: agonist movements from last century
7 d: the fourth dimension browses tile patterns
6 mo: shit, animals, days
10 yr: 2012 graduating class of the apocalypse
Wipe this shit from the face of the earth,
You too will squander your fortune
Before speaking your first words
VII
A black minivan doesn't even make sense!
i knew it was going to be one of those days, like when you're rambling on a country path and you see a fellow rambler so you salut him and exchange a word or two. then you go on your way, and its only some time later that you realize,
"I was talking to a murderer!"
VI
я ничегок
матери платок, в руках,
в руках сволочь
до утром, до утром или глуши
я мальчики твоих
как мечта, как сонь, наши
я нечегок,
мальчика мечт
я исчезну, будить ты
и меня ты забываешь
но что там ты понимаешь?
в царства мой?
ты видела Ад, куда бросали мы
пока я кричу в языках разные
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