Outside the Peripheral

Because of the noise the geniuses are all dead.

What they lacked in numbers they built by

way of character and modeling clay.

In disappointment I drove down my favorite backroad,

stopped the car and sat on my hood for a day.

After each draw of the cigarette I stared into the

sky listening to the music pumping into the space.

As the night gently passed I laid back to watch the

stars dance, whether…

I set out to write the next great epic,

but instead I’m writing shitty pieces

of philsophy disguised as lovelorn prophicies.

In them I suggest the women are all long

in the tooth, the men are buxom and aloof,

and fast cars, crashed noirs and pretty affairs

are just statements about our unawre state of shock.

My god,

my culture,

my metaphors dripped in syllabic diatrabes

while rap music sounds…

Johnny-come lately won’t you sit awhile?

We’ll talk some shit about our lives and loves

of the past and the future before we

cruise off to pick up women with whispers Cuz I woke up this morning with

another blitzed out of my mind fucking hangover.

And the girl that I loved had disappeared

for a few months while we go on our separate benders.

With my best of intentions I won’t lose her

and I hope…

I want to have a naked lunch with you.

A naked lunch in a bed of your choosing

with possibly food but after that just

you and me.

I want this naked lunch to last forever,

with nothing after

or before.

Because eternity in one moment

has always been my beat though

I would turn that around all for you.

But right now,

that seems so far out of reach,

so won’t you have just this everlasting

naked lunch…

I’d rather kill you than eat you.

Instead of puncture wounds there

would entreaties into the desires

that exist within our unique broods.

The truth of the matter is that

truth is a matter that depends solely

on filling in all vacancies.

Such vacancies as boredom, muscle

memory and infantcidal damnation.

But not desires,

no, our desires climax at the peak

into a form of trickle down economics

that…

Now That’s Real Speech Development

I bet you I could rap flawlessly

if my mouth and brain worked

together well enough to not trip

over their very lines.

Or maybe it’s the fault of my tongue

for getting in the way each time

both try to work it out together.

Either way,

I bet I could be a floozy if I was

better at acting all woozy

or I lost the floss to clean

out the plague infecting Sierra Leone.

And like them my phone is sorta

cur…

Satan’s Bed

It don’t matter,

i-i-it don’t matter about God’s plan

cuz I’m sleeping tonight

in Satan’s bed.

  Honey, honey won’t you slip

beside me so I can slip in.

You don’t have to stay the night

but we ain’t parting on sweet terms.

C-c-cuz I was born with this itch

where I reach for my gun but

pull back the sheets underneath it.

Honey, honey won’t you…

  It don’t matter,

i-i-it don’t matter about God’s…

Crossing Traffic LIghts as Stairs

They told me that the angels are

up there taking care of us down here.

They told me that sometimes they walk

among us and save us.

They told me that if you fall in love with

one then you’re set forever more.

But they forget…

  They forget that tomorrow holds

nothing for angels anymore.

Man, the breaks we catch

let us know we can’t be seen.

  Outside I’m standing in the doorway

watching you walk…

Hashtag stand with Israel

and

Hashtag support Palestine

on my newsfeed, television screen.

Stop the bloodshed chants

echoing through the speakers and

rocking my mental smokescreen.

Like your fucking hashtag will lead

to the end of violence and your

marches will do shit.

Please,

the is America,

support is only proper when

you want to get your hands dirty.

I support no war,

have you seen the…

Flame Ain’t Blue Enough

Hearts race;

bastards pace.

Another nose bleed to

drip, drip onto the pavement.

Stains emanating from the

main course rival the

blotches appearing on my heart.

  A fire engulfs the man on the street.

No screams,

just scorched pavement and a

rift shifting up the model scene.

  A teenage boy reaches down his

throat to rip out his hearts.

“Words escape me so paint the

canvas with the all of my…

Question me.

Leave me sitting here with my

hands resting on my hips as I contemplate

the meaning of resurrecting mental intimacy.

I define you based on my perceptions

and you define me based on your conceptions.

But please,

tell me how we’re all so different

cuz from where I’m standing we’re

just strong-wristed and internet addicted.

If I could restore order I would

but to restore we’d have to be…

These Aimless Days I Roll

I live two ways from the place

I last gave myself away.

I promise you that I won’t

be coming back until my will

has gone and run out.

Once there was convenience

only to be replaced by hesitated bouts.

  We’re all just faking it to make it

but keep that away from me.

I’ll take my chances on my own.

  My bones ache without the

wind behind me; pushing me along.

Days and nights flow endlessly to

me…

I Shouldn’t Be Able To…

I shouldn’t be able to say this but I think I probably will. I shouldn’t be able to quote scriptures while I’m slowly gutting my first kill. I shouldn’t be able to condone suicide but I think a canvas painted with brain matter and blood stains could be a new craze. I shouldn’t be able to overdo whatever I want yet I do it anyway because moderation is a crock.

Why must we be so full of unessential…

Confessions of a Vagabond

I have a home but no home has me.

My daily existence is meandering

but sometimes it takes hold and commands

of me the destinations that I know not that I choose.

I plant my seed in every waking moment

for I do not know if each place is my last.

I am neither dirty nor clean on the grand scheme

though I bet your books would give me a hobo effect.

Merely I am a traveler with a defect that

no home or…

I’ll break my back for another trip.

I’ve rolled my body so hard that the

bruises have combined with the pavement.

  We’re all just devils pretending when

we’re really angels with clipped off wings.

Now pinch my nervous system shut

because I want this to be pure.

  Sell me a peace of mind for

six hours of heightened senses

and I’ll sell you my expressions.

Cuz everyone lies…

  We’re all just…

Dark eyes capturing sunlight.

But when I woke up this morning

the moon had taken over the sky.

  I’m a user, baby.

I’m using ever last ounce of breath

to use myself up before it’s too late.

I’m burning up, baby.

I burn, burn, burn all the time.

Even when I smolder I’m a light.

  Driving my car through the stars.

Got Texas is the Reason filling the space

between the pedal and my backseat.

  I…

Drowning From the Clouds

This is a documentary about

how the rain is falling up instead of down.

Scientists can’t figure it out

as they scramble their people to and fro

while God takes a break because

he claims he was never really here.

So we chase our tails and brave the

stairs we set up in our absence.

Cuz we’re just ballot counters

fucking with the numbers to get

you into bed with me tonight, girl.

Now we’re standing…