It was a town of shit…1,200 odd pieces of shit getting blown in the wind…down highways and alleys already forgotten. If you drove through it…you would not remember it…and for good reason…as there was no reason to remember. I spent 40 years here…and I can hardly remember a day…they all seem to blend into one another…like a spill….blood or milk take your pick.
When I finally woke up…half dead…the best days gone…the paint on the ceiling peeling…I realized that the house was not the only thing falling apart…there are only so many grains of salt in the shaker.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
When You're Poor
when you're poor you are forever waiting in lines…your life is one long line…and at the end there is the guillotine…and as you watch the world spin…your nose gets rammed up the ass of the headless corpse of the guy who was in front of you…and you still have a smile on your face cause born when you knew the end is was coming. This movie sucked and the girl next to you wouldn't shut up and the guy on the other side hasn't taken a bath in weeks…no wonder we end up tapping our feet to the sound of that chop chop chop…thud…thud…thud…rollllllling sound.
There's this little ol' spider that made himself a home with a web reaching into the corner of my kitchen sink…when I turn on the faucet he comes spindling down his web…the vibrations of the water spewing out of the faucet cause him to think some prey happened upon his web…but no it's just me…and I could swear he looks right at me…fooled again he says and he slowly backs up the thread of his own making. That's what it's like…all day…all life long…you think you have something but you don't…you think there is something coming that will make it all make sense…all this waiting…but nothing comes…just some jerk trying to get a drink of water. Another poor schmuck…filling himself up with water cause there's no food.
I don't know what the cure is for this place but to just get out of it…just close your eyes and open them no more…just go to the other side…make hydrants into windmills and windmills into dragons and don't stop for the cops scribbling in their little pads…just go on with it…just make sure the rent check gets written out well in advance…4 walls is the only thing holding in a man's organs…the only thing…humanity will slit you open and use your skin as a purse…but let's not think of humanity…for it only thinks of us a rung on a ladder made of bones.
So one decides to enter the maze…with no ariane thread…just a sense of no direction…let it all roll…and keep on rolling…what could a monster do that hasn't been done to you a 1,000 times? It has horns…it has fangs…it is a meat eater…so fucking what…bring a stick and ram it up its ass…then follow it out of the maze…then build a door and lock that fucker out…make it your own maze…
In the end nothing matters…the pages grow yellow, brittle and crumble…the fire goes out…the room grows cold as the walls buckle…the floor becomes uneven…the beauty queen only turns bottle caps now…no heads. No purpose…but no regret…no feeling of wasted time…because it is a sea of waste flowing out the ass of some mean as* shark…onto it's next meal…there's blood somewhere.
There's this little ol' spider that made himself a home with a web reaching into the corner of my kitchen sink…when I turn on the faucet he comes spindling down his web…the vibrations of the water spewing out of the faucet cause him to think some prey happened upon his web…but no it's just me…and I could swear he looks right at me…fooled again he says and he slowly backs up the thread of his own making. That's what it's like…all day…all life long…you think you have something but you don't…you think there is something coming that will make it all make sense…all this waiting…but nothing comes…just some jerk trying to get a drink of water. Another poor schmuck…filling himself up with water cause there's no food.
I don't know what the cure is for this place but to just get out of it…just close your eyes and open them no more…just go to the other side…make hydrants into windmills and windmills into dragons and don't stop for the cops scribbling in their little pads…just go on with it…just make sure the rent check gets written out well in advance…4 walls is the only thing holding in a man's organs…the only thing…humanity will slit you open and use your skin as a purse…but let's not think of humanity…for it only thinks of us a rung on a ladder made of bones.
So one decides to enter the maze…with no ariane thread…just a sense of no direction…let it all roll…and keep on rolling…what could a monster do that hasn't been done to you a 1,000 times? It has horns…it has fangs…it is a meat eater…so fucking what…bring a stick and ram it up its ass…then follow it out of the maze…then build a door and lock that fucker out…make it your own maze…
In the end nothing matters…the pages grow yellow, brittle and crumble…the fire goes out…the room grows cold as the walls buckle…the floor becomes uneven…the beauty queen only turns bottle caps now…no heads. No purpose…but no regret…no feeling of wasted time…because it is a sea of waste flowing out the ass of some mean as* shark…onto it's next meal…there's blood somewhere.
I Have Become The Joke
shit if I only knew
I would have quit this place a long time ago
if you don't leave it everything will leave you
love soaks into the earth and can't be found
you look around and you are on a side of a road
and no cars pass…and the road turns into a piece of thread on either end
the thunder sounds like laughter
and I have become the joke
I would have quit this place a long time ago
if you don't leave it everything will leave you
love soaks into the earth and can't be found
you look around and you are on a side of a road
and no cars pass…and the road turns into a piece of thread on either end
the thunder sounds like laughter
and I have become the joke
There is No Nobility in Being Poor
there is no nobility in being poor…if you had it you would just sell it
it's no fun leaning against someone else's wall
keeping your head down when that cop car turns that corner coming right down your way
all is shit
a pair of pants a shirt on your back with moth holes
you don't do drugs
so the pain is almost unbearable
but the pain doesn't kill you but you wish it would
and it keeps going on…and on…on and on but you don't die
something in you wants to live…but is so far in there…you can't see it…can't hear it…can't feel it
but somewhere it is there.
you don't become numb to the pain…just used to it
do you know what I mean?
I hope not
play it safe
boredom for some money is a fair exchange
or your stomach will never forgive you
and god don't know you.
it's no fun leaning against someone else's wall
keeping your head down when that cop car turns that corner coming right down your way
all is shit
a pair of pants a shirt on your back with moth holes
you don't do drugs
so the pain is almost unbearable
but the pain doesn't kill you but you wish it would
and it keeps going on…and on…on and on but you don't die
something in you wants to live…but is so far in there…you can't see it…can't hear it…can't feel it
but somewhere it is there.
you don't become numb to the pain…just used to it
do you know what I mean?
I hope not
play it safe
boredom for some money is a fair exchange
or your stomach will never forgive you
and god don't know you.
Scared and Lonely
scared desperate and lonely
the sands spread beyond the great casinos
inside cigarette ash and hope dying on a dead branch
fuck it all
how did we get here?
the sands spread beyond the great casinos
inside cigarette ash and hope dying on a dead branch
fuck it all
how did we get here?
Down and Don't Know How to Get Up
I'm down and I don't know how to get up
when I hit the ground and stare at the ceiling
I still think I am falling
falling
no hands but claws catch me
cutting into my flesh
bleeding out universes full of pain
when I hit the ground and stare at the ceiling
I still think I am falling
falling
no hands but claws catch me
cutting into my flesh
bleeding out universes full of pain
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