sorry worker

you were an ass and i tried to give you love
you tried to get things your way but i had other things to do in other ways
then you got mad and sad
you sorry worker
i'm like you sometimes
and maybe that's why i find you
out of happiness and pissed
i try to fight it
but out of my mouth sometimes can only come a giant

fuck you

and i feel much better













(my position is strange. my age is strange. i call certain shots, but i don't want anyone shot. at the end of the night i'll have a shot. when people get happy it can get thrown at me. when people get angry it always gets thrown at me. but sometimes people won't say it. i watch them. i feel it brewing. i want to grab them by the shirt and tell them to fuck off. that it isnt about them. but then again. it's about someone. always someone has it. this is where we are. in the money machine, in the system, and you can't be a great benevolent manager. you can do your best but you're gonna piss people off sometimes. you're gonna make them hate you. but i can live with that. i find it hard sometimes because i want people to like me, but that's just some weirdness in me that wants people to be happy. maybe trying to avoid conflict, to avoid anger, to keep things cool, to keep things in control...but who knows? i do know now, i really KNOW, that you're always going to piss people off. and some people are just bastards. but they're all just going through their own shit. but maybe they can suck it up and have some respect. and blah blahblah)

glucx

get out, go away
pack on your face
buffoons and snakes
say anything
fuck off

i'm clawing into my skin
i'm whispering into my hair
give me a pill and some smoke
where are hopes grown
fuck off, go away

you don't own this
you're soap on my ass
my grapefruit in the morning
my naked body and my fears
my tea when i'm cold
my scotch after work


i built a stone
hate me
loveme
something to say fuck you
leave my space

travel to find a home

wondering in wandering

absolute shit poetry
because i think i need to write
but those people that need
a fuck you

mind you

i am tired
now
i write
late
so thoughts sound
loud
and echoes puncture my finger
(the finger with the important words and the lame attempts)
i don't know
why
i
do it
it's like my come. it must leave me
in this form
or that (la la la di da di da di da, A#m, D#, A#m, D#)
for all the choices
we have
we have
only a few
when it comes
to our guts and our bones
our form lies
deep
shivers wrestle
the loneliness

trying to catch a fly
with a match and some dreams

but when i love ya
in the morning
does it wake
up to a beat
or down to your feet

but i don't
know
i
am
tired
now.
before i delete
this
i must
send. then it will be something
that was
not here

those days gone

in the cusp of orgasm
blood of summers
wrinkles of clocks
stitching up locks

grown to the floor
who knows who
colors of change at midnight
past limp tumbling over the future
a cartwheel of forgetting
through a smoke ring
at 3:06am
burning a now
for a yes
and a puff of never

a second for the smells of the moon
a once for the tickle of a remember

you SAY

this way
i only said that.
then i remembered
this way
and you said
yes
that.
i only want to cut the corners
and meet you here
you only want to rest your head
but meet me here.

so i wiggle to your side

delicious
with bird chirps and sleepy eyes


sometimes i have trouble adapting and learning
putting myself in new shoes and tip toeing around
but we are liquids
and i float around and i'm thirsty
waterfall?
let's dive
swim with me
sea of
amor

jamboree prince(ss)

some people are soup
drink it up
hot or cold
spoon or bowl to(o)
the mouth
wet as fog
i laugh drunk
you on edge
goodnight to the kings and queens
in robes and nick drake cocaine brain, red
blue alone
not so bad
strong as my weakdays
slither on
fridays are my mondays and i juggle jamborees when sun
melts make my ice
cream
into
soup.

muddy shoes (eventual lyrics)

i got mud on my shoes
broke floors are smooth
no one comes in here no more

fall on my throat with dusty strokes
choked on a foot who lost his hope

you'll see
what to do
where to go
who to know
don't move
hold your luck
keep it cool
let it go

with mud on your shoes
you know where to choose
people know you been in here before

hold your breath at the door
grab a light from the porch
something might be coming for you

don't move
you'll see
who knows
you'll be
keep cool
let go
follow me
let's go