*

*

temp. dropped
some 50 degrees
overnight this week
now it's trying
to pull another
Indian Summer
while i'm debating
within my self
struggle
on how
to make art
into some
ways to at
least sustain
life on
and i don't
think it's possible
to create art
for subjective
catharsism
and also
gain any
type of capital

don't quit
the day job
get the day job
and be too tired
to do the art

forget it.
i'm going
back to the couch.
it's cold.
the sun is
even acting funny,
like it comes out
and is warm
for awhile
then gets cold.

Walruses all beached
up on the coast
due to lack of ice.

coo coo cahoo
the world
keeps turning
and i keep
fighting
the top spin
and i never
will win
but i have
to find
the peace
to lose
in grace

sometimes
i don't wish
to be here
on this crazy
revolving door
called
a dying planet

since i have
little choice
in this matter,
i will once
again search
the box
for more
stories
on cavers
digging
the graves
of the gods

shoot me
this person
self-destructs
in one...two...
three...

how to get
rid of that
burned out
disillusionment
hoping it will pass

pass
pass
go
collect
200
and
lose
lose
with
the
twin purple
losing buildings
with the old shoe
and mrs. white
just powedered
her spitoon
with the H
factor
in hell
sterilie
stiff ol bitch
with her
candlestick
showing little
light
at this
time

and i'm out
world for now,
while i think
i may give
it up,
the cause,
the writings

and just box
them up
all pretty purple
bows
for my daughter...

*

A Pillow of Winds

lay in the light now
and curse the darkness
for not being black enough
to blind me
from such love

*

as the wheel
spins
the rat
rolls along
like a lost
song
in sea side
boat
sideshow
freaks

mind your
own
take yours
not mine
my plate
cracked
and buried
in the slate
they call
earth

when they say go
i'll stop.
and when the
world stops
spinning
around my body,
then i'll take
a stand
and get off
this ride
for dear life
and go
rest my
weary bones
somewhere
in a pleasant
place
with no strife
no hunger
no knife
in my back

*

dance!


this feeling
this lack
of thrillage
is not a new
feeling for me
it's just different
because it's
springing
on the heels
of my spiritual
adventure

i could figure
in a whole
bunch of things
as to why
i suddenly
have this
change in my heart

but i can't
pinpoint it
to one thing

it's beyond
being disillusioned
it's beyond
disenchantment
it's beyond
grief
it's beyond
suicidal tendencies
it's beyond life

i'm over it
but here i am
what happens is,
i don't have
a buffer zone
anymore

since my auto accident
all people
have been doing
is shoving pills
down my throat
now,
they decide
some two decades
later
at the worst
possible time
in my life
when i'm down
and out
they give me
a huge kick
and decide
i don't need
my meds

oh please
they do
this to everyone
out there
dangle
them like
meat puppets
on a market string

you bastards
sing for me!
sing!
sing!
you souless
rulers
with your
toy guns
blowing
up my pumpkin patch

you wearing
the brass ring
sing!
sing!

return
your gold teeth
and trade them in
for a slow
ride into peaceful
oblivion

your people are
getting tired
your mother
is being re-wired
to suit
the world's view
your children
are crying
under Steve Malko
Chicago bridges

all the while
Maury is deciding
the fates
of the many
by playing
demi-God
on stylish
sets where
camaras roll
the bones
one more time
mother
the roll
of a lifetime
i die
in the fire
and flip
the ash
off this high
wire i'm tap
dancing on

sing!
sing!
dance!
dance!

Dylan sings Mr. Bojangles

*

cat killers
snake loving
mother killing
child bearing
doctor
stealing
meds away
bottoming
out
girl
to
stay
on
the
streets

this
is my home
and i'm not
going anywhere
until
my God
tells
me
it's
time

so bring it on
i'm right here
world
right here
right now!

c'mon cowardices
in hooded disguise
my father's political
demise
even he
wouldn't
stoop that low

just go below
the belt
and take
my mother
and my child
and my life
and take
it all!!

take it!!
there's nothing
left to take
but me
and i'm
right here
and if you
bend down
to this evil
sea
i'll pull
you right
in with me

so back off
five steps
now
world
i'm not
going down
this time
alone

i've got
everything
written
all my truths
are saved

i got a father
living in
his alcoholic hell
one town over
i got
rednecks
shooting guns
killing cats

i don't care
i don't care
i'm right here
take your best
shot
but do it
looking in
my eyes

coz nobody
is taking
this ship
down
without
God's
approval
this time

not this time.

my god
i've seen
more darkness
than a ghost
faking
halloween
and i'm
not stuck
in between
worlds
anymore
i'm right
here and i
mean every
word i say
and i'm
tired
of backing away
and you
call me
what you will
you send
me into
breakdown
hells
alone
on streets
so you can
have your
revenge party
on my time
pity
not
i spit
on the dime
you throw

i know
of all my enemies
and darts
they continue
to throw
and i'm
not running
away
i'm right here
kicking this
cold hard
ground
you stuck
buried my
mother's ashes
in
after
you laughed
at her
laying there
dead
you know
who you are
and i hope
you rot
in the
devil's den
coz it's
no sin
to survive
a total
lie

and i'll
not go lying still
when i watched
everyone i love
pass between
these bony fingers
on your
thrones
of fake gold,
you pretend
to hold
the truth,
but God knows,
God knows.

and i swore
on my mother's grave
and my grandmother's bible
and my child's
hair falling out
and growing in
and falling out
and growing in
an unsightly
rash
upon her skin
and i swear
i'll double
dare you
and you
better
start
your prayers
coz you
haven't begun
your descent
into
the hell
you made
out
of
my mother's
last ash
i'll dig it up
bare hands
blue
from cold
night
crying
on graves
mother's dying
in your hells
you bastards!
sell!
sell!
yourselves
now
to the
next available
bidder...
this life
of mine
i'm not
sitting
out on your time

those days
are numbered
nine.

you got seven.
i got the nine.
fold.
call it
for what
it was
a total lie
and i'll die
with my
purple cross
in my side
yard
and throw
your coons
and spit
out my
purple balloons
coz the parade
has just begun.
shoot the gun.

and hospitals
and attorneys
and judges
you failed
this system
railroaded
my life
into this
now living hell

and you are
stuck with me
and deal with it
coz i'm staying
in this life
and riding
out this box
you stuffed
my mother's last
dead ash
in

and i swear
you will have
to catch
me first
before
you drag
me into
your next
ballgame
where the bases
are loaded
like purple
dice
exploding

kiss it
goodbye
coz this
time
it's not
flying away

you got
five steps
to back off
now

coz
i've got
God on the scene
and believe
me
he's counting
the seams
that burst
your hell
wide open
in my life
of uncharmed
unluxurious
satanic
masonry

you bastards!
find me!
string me
up sideways
and crucify
me on my purple
cross

you haters
cheaters
stealers
of all
that is good

one cross
look at my child
and you are on
the hook
and i'm done
playing
one more time
and the dime flips
and the ship sinks
and i'm not
on this one

not anymore.
not ever.

you are not
taking anything
from me
unless
you go
through
God first

and you can't.
because
you have no God.
and i know
you all are.
there is nothing
that gets past me
in this life.

i have cat
eyes riding
my back
in disguise.

liars.
job
has
his
daughter
in a robe
with a purple
tie
and she's
crying mother
come and get her
it's hot
it's an oven
in a small
midwestern coven
worshiping
something
or someone
i never believed
in
wasn't
the God
i was
brought in with
and i don't know
who wears
the hat
the hood
the ugliness
inside
you bastards
subside
from your duty
the line
of fire
the call
of the arms
i swear
on the mighty
cross
to take
you all down
this time.

i promise
i'll not sit
idly by
while you try
to destroy
what's left
of my life.

one step
close to my child
and we
all go into
God's
chambers
together
to hash
this
out
in
foreign
skies
until
it
bleeds
red
all
over
your
lying
eyes

cowards!
raise
your hoods
and look
into
the eye
of the daughter
who died.

because
you killed her.
i'm already dead
inside.
i have nothing
left to lose.
by firing
back
from
God's
cannonized
heaven
that you
can't see
behind
your masks.

after we
are judged
in my heaven.
i will spit
you out
to your
private hells.

you paved
this ugly
hell for me
in your side
streets
and misery

i've walked
this lonely
path
in the
darkness
of my wrath

now you walk
in the mother's mud
up to the
crawl spaces
you call
your mind

i'll dig
with my bare hands
my mother's grave
and retrieve
her ashes
you spit
on
and we
will fly
and release
ourselves
forever
into God's
mighty sky

you pathetic
demonic
fools
who try
and take
the rest
of the blue
out your
black sky

next time
it will
be on my
ground.

if i go
down,
we'll go
down
in
God's
hands.

your pitiful
pathetic
disguise
unveiled
before
the rise
of the
next flying
ash
of my
flickering
hand
that
contradicts
the shifting
sand
in the
hourglass
time is
not eternal
here
but
the
purple
cross
will
not
deny
the light
exposes
the lie
time after time
when you
crawl
out of
your darkness
then kill
my kind
with love
next time
coz i got
the God
glove on
and he's
watching
with my
mother's
dead
eye
wide
open.

one more
time.
one more
person,
on my time,
then God
steps
in
until
there is
no room
left
in the
eye
to shine
and no
sound
left
but
the thunder
and
the lightning
you dead
in your
thin disguise
as you
lie shaking
in your evil
seeded sin
in your
backroom dens
where you
lie in wait
for the purple
parade
and it's
on God's watch
now.

you want
to get to me
you grow
through
heaven
and God
first
and you
won't make
the hit
because
you will
quit
before
you fail
to tell
your lying
tales
about my
serenity
and survival
i am calling
this out
now
here
i'll stick
the hail
storm
down in
the ground
and lie
my living
body in
and die
surrounded
by your
bullets
in my blue
sky
but i won't
be buried
alive
this time.

i've got
the dead
dirty sand
in my eye
from the
last time
you tried.

i'll search
this world
100 times
to find
my mother's
eyes
and i will
come back
and roll
them
with my
number nine
dice
and we'll
die
out
this
disgrace
in your
name
this
time.

you ruined
my life
my family
my child
you are
not taking
down
the rest
of my
pride
with your
tired
nasty
lies
of filth
and deceit
and disguise

raise your eyes!
drop the hood
blindside me
with your slingshot
grooves
you keep
missing
my eyes
seen that glory
that won't
even register
on your
thousand
dollar watches
made in Chinese
slave camps

and there
will be no
cause for last laughs
for there
will be no sound
but the clap
of the last
thunderous
applause
that rains
on this ride
in the purple parade
in God's sky

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

*

a few things
have happened
and it isn't cool
and i know
about it
and so does God
and they
want to run
me in the ground
and bury this sound.

it's not going to happen.
without
all of us
going.

they did this
on pure
purpose
this last mess
with my meds
and i told
my old doctor
yesterday
and he wants
to know
who

and i'll tell him
because i'm through
with this
i keep running
into these people
from the past
and it's not gonna last
i got the nine.

i got the nine.

(this goes back 7 years world)

they gave me something
in a vial,
stuck in
bleeding
in my arm,
trying
to bury
me
in the same
ground
the same
hospital
my mother's
dead body
was brought too
and how dare you
try to continue
this

i swear
i knew you
in seven hells
tripled.

and i'm taking
your seven
this time
and i'm doubling
it
down
with
God's
sound
of
thunder.

this mountain
that
we've climbed
has been
quiet
soundless
all this time
well,
it's open
for business
now
so tell it!
it hears!
it sees!
it knows
you
are
weak
in your knees.

i knelt
before
the alter
and spread
this disease
they keep
giving me
the hell
to pay
for their
sins
and i'll die
before
they win
i swear
my child
will never
see
one
bad
seed
from
their
droppings
they
breed
evil
and i
call it
i call it
now!

fold.
enfold
those
raven
wings
on my
mother's fenceposts
in your fiery
surface
hells
you go
there
without us
this time.

*

extenuating circumstances
have no validity
in this life
this is pure hell

and somewhere
along the path
i recall
blurring
through
the barriers
and so thin
the walls

we hit
that was
our first clue
cristian
and I
driving
road construction
God told us,
we hit the wall
in my car
then on the way
home there
were bricks
in the road
and we hit
and the oil
pan busted
and that
was the first
clue
i knew
i had
indeed
entered
hell

and have
been climbing
and scratching
and clawing
my way
out of this
box
they
keep
sticking
me in

think
outside
the bun

live outside
the box

carry your
own paper bag

they are
coming in
for the kill
with their
angry teeth
bared
lost souls
vacated
somewhere
on a lonely
half mile
road

all the signs
posted
and still,
no holds barred
we couldn't
get back
out without
it all
going into
a huge
mass
downward
where only
a few us
survived
that pass
that black hole
the bermuda triangle

we slipped
hands still
on deck
the life
i knew
awash in the sea
tangled
in weeds
dead.
dead.

no holy
water spread.

just dead.
there is no
resolution
for this type
of grief
because
no matter
what
there
are no terms
that can
reckon with hell.

Somewhere My Love

*

leave me
with my meds
and leave
my child
alone
and we'll
be okay.

i pay.
we all pay.
haven't you
grown tired
of the decay
the stench
of your
own
death
my blood
my mother's
my child's
restless
tiny white
glove
that fell
from your
grace

your bastards
don't even
expect
anything
less
than
your
disgrace
this
time.

God
is spitting
out
the dimes
you throw
go pick
them
up
at
the five an ten
and keep
within
my sight
my sins
not yours
to judge
and delight in.

there are no winners
in this last
descent into
pitch black
fork
in hay
you attack
i don't
stick
around
long
enough
to stay
dead
in your
palm
when
mother
is calm
now
and
you
eat
the
seeds
you
reap.

destiny
is mine
this time.

it's been
written.

we leave
your dime
store
joke
and pick
up the
penny and
would rather
choke on it.

Cold Hearted Orb

*

living
it out
and take
the long ride
around the mind
over and over again
until you finally
get back on God's time

you who sit back
and drink
your stiff
martinis in
the quicksand glass
stop making
assumptions
about the lot
i'm living in
it's full of
your sand

let the people be
let them
have their meds
and go on
life is hard
don't stink it
up even further
with your self-righteous
judgements
of those of us
who have done
too many tour de forces
in this
fictitious
lack of frutious
tree of life

it's been dead
we're just
pruning it
for the final pick

*

The Era of Helpless Resignation


it must be
that time
i'm out
on their dime
store beat
and walking
the street
and i'm
thinking
i'm in
this for
a holy
spiritual
retreat
and believe
that i'm
going to
kick out
some compassionate
love prose
but instead
i'm finding
anger
great anger
at the injustices
of the world
right now

it's never
been fair
but it's
even worse
than
i imagined

walking
in midwestern
rural grocery store
you see the
eyes of the people
the blue collar
workers
just denied
denied
hopelessness
in their
eyes

a pathetic
learned
hopelessness

put the rat
back on the roll
and start
churning
the old
grinder
into the meat
that spits
out the people
on the street

we aren't going
down alone
this time

we're taking
your shoe shine
kits
in magic
trips
in extended
stay hotels
and take
your sand
quick
it's
landing
on the ocean
making
fake islands
for the
man who
is reaping
all the riches
in from this
unholy war

*

it's a wicked
bone cracking
spirit hacking
world
that sucks
the blood
out of the good
like leeches
making good
on bad, bad
loan

self-centered
mitigation
terms
more concerned
with their
own self-serving
bastardized mode
of transport

a one way
ticket
to hell

broken spirits
lost souls
carry on

Hide in Your Shell

*beat by the meat
of the system
then i'll do it
because we're
in this together
and we will
either rise
with the sun
or go down
with the moon

don't speak too soon
don't be so
quick to pass
judgement
unless you know
the fixed rate
is subject
to change

*so i want
to go to the city
and just ride
the transport
and no,
now let us
suburbanize
the sprawl
and take
all the jobs
out to
suburbian wonderland
where mother's
are found dead
on the floor
left alone
by father's
who know
longer know
the heart
and soul
of his God

in summary,
life's a real bitch
and mother is afraid
i wasn't going
to make it
and i might not
but i've made
it this far
without cheating
and robbing
and hurting
people
to meet
my own needs

so be it
if God
wants me
poor
and pathetic
and walking
the streets
listening
to the many
many tragic
stories
of the homeless
and downtrodden
and plain
beat by the meat
of the system
then i'll do it
because we're
in this together
and we will
either rise
with the sun
or go down
with the moon



*a broken down dream
of a hopeless
mother
with a
string of bad hits

step
up
to bat
take
the
bunt
the
full
blunt
force
that
kicked
in
the
shore
of
hell's
fury
tore
down
glory
no more,
in the flower
when the hour
is dead,

take
another
fall
bow
out
keep
the ball

grab
the cross
paint
the scene
purple
cup
the hand
bite it
off before
it bleeds
you mother

keep getting
the hits
and soon
they bounce
off like a
rubber wall

a room filled
with straw
the scarecrow
has left
the building
on the
last
ditch
effort
Elvis train

*walk around
in mid-breakdown
mode
all day
every day
wandering
the streets
confused
and distraught
no fear
it's here
God is near,
yet still,
waters run
deep in hell
and i slip
near a manhole
i watch
my back
every step
pick em
up heads
tails
leave behind
chasing
the dragon
down behind
some brick
building
they are
trying
to renovate
while
destroying
the rest
of the city
to save one
building

thinking
you have
to be the
sacrificial
lamb
in all
this earthly
strife
such delight
they take
in the fall
of other's
darkest night
i howl
you hear
me detest
the words
you spit
on me
i spit back

this life
makes me sick
and i'll stand
up and take
the bat
and swing
left handed
every time
and miss
and i don't
care walk
my ass
into heaven
with my child
in hand
that's all
that matters.

coz
the rest
of me
is already dead.

a raw open wound
bleeding
out
on the
silver spoon
that hit the deck
when the fan
fell
off
the revolving
door moon

man
hell
wonderment
sit back
and watch
the ride
go around
and round
over and over
no sound.

*

coming off the bleeding heels of Dylan in edit


you follow me
and obsess
and yet never
show your face
unveil your mask
you menial
mister
with a
pipe blister
where your
lips used
to lie
so gently
to the sky

why die?
we are
in this
together
we'll all
go down
the same
ship
sideways
where the
marble
meets
the clay master
at the head
the alabaster
lion's mouth
lays agape
no time
to wait

i count on you
and you smoke
out my blues
with your losing
shoes
that i left
for you
on my doorstep, friend

ain't no mystery
you mistreat
i retreat
firmly
in my worm hole
and prophecize
that my world
is in demise
and the thin
line is just a
matter of my blood
running from
my green eyes

i went to die
for us
so one of us
could live
again
and yet,
noone would try
they didn't
believe
the beehive
head coned shaped
blonded
bronze
heart
of gold
statuesque
shaped old
and blue

i stumped them
came through
out of the blue
i entered the black abyss
without you
it's life
i miss

the purple heart
shaped cross
i wear
on my scarred wrist
a testimony
of my witness
to hell and back
on these streets
i hang my hat
i have friends
that have my back
for life

another Dylan
rhyme stuck
in the time of my mind
blonde on blonde
out of mind
i'm not the kind
to trust that easy
but i'm blind
to love that
is so easily given

he got in again
and pushed me
through
like he always
will do until
the light
shines through
the tunnel
and i see
the funnel
that storms
over his torpedo head
and wish
to climb
into his webs
and comb them
with my mouth
and soothe
his brow
with sweaty
limbs
in sweet
embrace









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*

crackpot life
filled with
jars of half eaten
peanut butter
stuck to the roofs
of the sad child's mouth
renders her speechless

hard to believe
that...this day
years ago
my mother
was in labor
with me

i was not
to come out
until i believe
8p
a night child
with a vision
clear at times
the clarity
fogged
with earthliness
at others

once wounded
the soul
never can repair
itself
like spare
parts on car
on spare hearts
and livers
donated
it doesn't matter
the bird
is still
a groundling
and can never
quite
get off
the nest
in time

like the blonde
kitty
stuck in that
litter of black kitties
all brand new
their hair
was all stickin'
straight out
but for one
blonde kitty
who wanted to jump
off the ledge
and come to me
and i told it
not to
because i
couldn't take it
but there it was
the one
always one
who tries
to jump
out of the
nest early
and then later
comes back
to reclaim
it's spot
and find it
gone forever
from the place
that had
the welcome
mat in front of it

it's just
something a person
doesn't get over
and how can you?
when there's no
mirror to bounce
your past life
off of
because your
cruel father
closed
that door
too when
mother passed
he sealed
the coffin
shut with her
ash screaming
at last
free me!

and in his
anger and spite
he devours
his own kind
and closes the door
forever
so the child
can never
come back
and compare
notes with others
on how it used
to be
and she's
a groundling
the ugly bird
naked
first birth
crying
out of hunger
and loneliness
and hate
for the world
that leaves
it naked
and frozen
in half spoken
dim lit
dens
where
the only
thing holding
the air
together
is the smoke
from that
smoldering ash

*

breakdown diaries


no goodnik
louses
trying
at every turn
to take you
down into
the pits
of the tarred
feathered hells
where fury
will sweep
them into
a sleep
they only
wish was
a bad dream

noone out there
bothers me ever
they help me
each and every turn
because they can
see in my eyes
and they don't hurt me
it's just the way it is
and if i do go down
then i'm going
down for a cause
unlike the others
who want
to sit
courtside
and referee
the whole game
in field goal range

get out!
and feel it!
see for yourself...
get out of your
estates...you created
this fate

fathers
who hate
their daughters
and leave them
out on the street
because of their
political interests

no Golden Pond
reunion movie
for me
just simply
free
and
doing
it the hard
way
to learn

i inherited
a dead mother
for no good
reason
other than
your politics
and their lies
my brothers
lies
in their
dripping
hippie
bullshit

this ain't no game
i ain't playing
neither is God

we are going down
as i write
it may seem slow
but it's at
very vapid rapid
heart rate
away

fools
gold

i've got
a dead mother ash
on my tongue
a taste
of burnt
casket
blanket ash
all over my hands
rash
of blood
evil
money
hooded freaks
let out
the blue
and bleed
into the red sea

at last!

heal this sickness
blast it out
into the ozone
where it's sure
to fall back
on your golden thrones

*

II

a pathetic
pitiful despair
a ring
of calm
in the night air

the party
going down
with the last tree
that befell history
written by the sage
hauled away
taken
done

take your pill
cure your ill
die in good faith filled vanity

dynamite
in
a minute
napsack
no dispute
holding
on for
the long ride
wrapped
around
the sky
a million times
over

I have
no more time
God
reckons
with mine

a slow burn
an airport urn
where
no ash
can ever
rise

the pheonix has died

Walt, William,
What thou now
that the visionary dream has died?

when no cry
can be heard
no smile
can be seen
from the hallowed
sounds
of in between
the death row
chains
rattle
in a silent
dream

marching
into
God's
green pastures
sullen
sultry
slow
sun
die
into
the last nose dive
into
the far place
that devoured
deflowered
the
innocent
flower

the daisy
never asked
was picked
as prey
a pretty face
a facade
the purple parade
in full metal jacket
bloom
boom
bunkers
under
the half lit moon

a war
without
a casket

a bomb shelter
in a burned out
ghetto sin
if it's halfway out
then it's always in

don't push
to wear
the pin

mother
hail the mary
the Christ
is weary
walking
towards
the people

the purple crosses
have begin
to awash
their paint
with sin

mighty hour
a bit sour
my life
I don't deny
my right
to see
these truths

behold!
the lines
have been drawn

cross the swords!
the battle
over evil
has just begun!

fallen cities
new sidewalks
cannot heal
the cracks
of the lost soul
howling from hell
below
where
even
the rats
no longer go

unsow
the dirt
and
reap
the
history
that
eternity
has
already
weeped
for

*

there are those
out there
in the world
who will always
have something
negative
to say
to spew
to hate
to use

count me out
i'm a mere
survivor

before
it got worked
out yesterday
morning

i was going
and now
in not even
24 hours
i have
a car,
my license,
the only
obstacle
left
standing
in my way
me,
holding
on to something
not willing
to let go
of that
string
connected
to mother
and the earth

the license
thing

and i here i am...
less than 24 hours later
and i'm filled
with the spirit
of my fellow
beings
sitting all
around me
cell phones
now act as lighters

so much
so quiet
so calm
so peaceful
the most
liberal
of towns
in the state
and we
huddled
around
drips
of rain
abound us

everytime
the world
has me cornered
i crawl
out from under
their feet
like the happy spider
that refuses
the continual
rebuttle
of defeat

this song
is mine
this story
doesn't rhyme
with reason
but it takes
time
and
use
it
wisely
and you
know
your own
soul

things go
up and down
and flow
out
like
a
recycled
wind storm

it's warm
but there's
always a backdrop
of those
who aim
their
poison darts
at the purest
of all human hearts

sooner
or later
one gets
through
and stopped
by the spirit
at the gate

haven't we
waited long enough?

rebuff
the advances
the chances
are on my
time
now

we ride
the bull
out of it's gate
holding
on to it's horns
full blown
turnaround
one by one
we knocked them down
like dust bunnies
spinning
in a standstill
wind blown
black hole
no more the home
gone

the fire
burned
the last
ash
thrown
to the godly wind

take the thorns
and plant them within
they are the world's now

i freed my mother
my soul
put to test
i surpassed
the results
with flying
purple colors
the parade
downtuned
into the fine
chute
where
the last
person
laughed
and scorned
my life
on their behalf

it's payment time
and nobody
has a dime
to spare

it's nothing
in the air
we sit
at Dylan
and stared
it down
like fear
with a fierce frown
and turned it around
on itself
and bowed up
and sunk
the ship
that struck
the hip
of the whole hull
and we came
out with a little
rain on our heads
a cool wind
and a new guess
at what message
he had said

such sullen
silence
around
the town
noone could
figure
out
how to get
out once
in
but don't
depend
on other's
to get
it all
unkicked
the unkindness
no longer
the blind
we see
we are silent
we count
for something
only survival
knows best of

be gotten
by good will
be gone
be gone
with society ills
never forgotten
seeds sown
spirit flown

i'm on my own
from here on out
and the only
laugh we will
ever hear
will be
when we
are joined
without fear
at the pearly
gates
woven
uplifting
timeless
essence
created
in simplistic
fashion
overturned
disaster
we mastered
the war
with bare
hand
and broken
spirit
and no sword
but our
very words
spoken
from hearts
galore

the followers
to the shore
where the ship
on it's final
destination
we no longer crawl
and the last
line is only
the call
of God
to the wild
to come on home

*

"Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.
O evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?"

*William Wordsworth, from "Ode, Intimations on Immortality"

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I

"Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?"

obscenely
hideously
denigrating
disenchantment
of the soul

spring it full
of dream
and
dread

the apple
fell
on the head
still
noone
saw it

disease spread
eat the germs
off my hand
a marble
rolls
slides
onto
the other side
and can't
help but miss
it's maker

sidestepped
shadowboxing
punchbag
darkness
ploy
foils
eats the hearts
of good men
deeds
gone
down

wrong
needs
righted
power
shed

and who has all the money anyway?

let loose
the power
the golden spoon
rotting
the
cashmere
egg

woman crying
out
in her
lost tunnel
sealed
her fate
at a young age

she died
a soul
overspoke
and took control
the power
in God's
cupped hand, mother

don't you see
what some of us know
this truth
she sees
on bus stops
crowded
crying
crack holes
hooker row
a convent
a tiny nun
with a shed of light

there is hope
in the eternal now

the present
has long been passed
to the glass torch
bound
mighty fountain
surround
a hell party
sin galore
into
what
someone
waited in hell
for

this human suffering
so demanding
of my heart
attaches
all my sentiments
enwraps
the time
that is not
mine
anymore



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II

a pathetic
pitiful despair
a ring
of calm
in the night air

the party
going down
with the last tree
that befell history
written by the sage
hauled away
taken
done

take your pill
cure your ill
die in good faith filled vanity

dynamite
in
a minute
napsack
no dispute
holding
on for
the long ride
wrapped
around
the sky
a million times
over

I have
no more time
God
reckons
with mine

a slow burn
an airport urn
where
no ash
can ever
rise

the pheonix has died

Walt, William,
What thou now
that the visionary dream has died?

when no cry
can be heard
no smile
can be seen
from the hallowed
sounds
of in between
the death row
chains
rattle
in a silent
dream

marching
into
God's
green pastures
sullen
sultry
slow
sun
die
into
the last nose dive
into
the far place
that devoured
deflowered
the
innocent
flower

the daisy
never asked
was picked
as prey
a pretty face
a facade
the purple parade
in full metal jacket
bloom
boom
bunkers
under
the half lit moon

a war
without
a casket

a bomb shelter
in a burned out
ghetto sin
if it's halfway out
then it's always in

don't push
to wear
the pin

mother
hail the mary
the Christ
is weary
walking
towards
the people

the purple crosses
have begin
to awash
their paint
with sin

mighty hour
a bit sour
my life
I don't deny
my right
to see
these truths

behold!
the lines
have been drawn

cross the swords!
the battle
over evil
has just begun!

fallen cities
new sidewalks
cannot heal
the cracks
of the lost soul
howling from hell
below
where
even
the rats
no longer go

unsow
the dirt
and
reap
the
history
that
eternity
has
already
weeped
for

*

completely nuts
off the top spin
changing places
Tibet
equals genocide
chinese shoes
of mine
from the Mart
walled off
with non-American
goods

armenian cousin
turkey in the oven
basting
wasting
away
another
life
span
farmed
out

mass production
labor
no man
no animal
spared
sparring
war on words
political
posturing

freak show
play it out,
Sam
again and again

Ground Control?
Will the real___________ please stand up?
and E.T. phone home.

*

there are those
who are signs
guiding to help
you
and there
are those
who are
detractors
trying
to distract
you from
your true
mission
in life

we should
all be so
lucky
as to be
as wise
in human
perfection
as the world
would have
us believe
we are to be

when a great
tragedy
befalls
a person's life
they are left
with a questioning
spirit
and a faith
that needs
re-affirmed
and replace
the fear
that every day
of every year
another tear
will be shed

there is no ugly
in the world
ugliness
is only
what you see
out of your own eyes

your dark shadow
disguised
a tired lie
that threatens
to darken
all of our skies

what
would you rather?
i dather?
and pretend
i am to be
what only
you want
to make of me
world?

i've never
once heard
such teeth
chatter
in the shattering
darkness
that enfolded
my life
when the evil
churn
a stern
hand
overturned

we see
who remains
under the stones

i've never
claimed perfection
only a slow
progress
out of my
personal hell

you who sit
in mighty thrones
cast your
stone
to the God
you think
is your very own

mine asks
for tolerance
and forgiveness
not a continual
tyrannic
trance dance
across
one coast
to the other

chanting
your spiritual
cleansing
hypocritical
hearts
that are never
torn apart
by the thick
walls of illusion
that you place
so in front
of your steps
and stones
you throw
i hurl
them back
in disgust
and ask
my God
only
in trust
to enfold
me with
his angelic wings
and fly
in the sky
that is free
from the oppression
and fate
the world
can escape
and let
the fall
begin
to shed
it's skin
around me

it's no sin
to be angry
only to stay
within
the confines
of the tomb
where the evil
womb
waits
to suck
us all
in

definition
thin
skating
around
dancing
in the cloud
of dust
and bones

what disgust
must
be left
of the
false
prophets

the bell
silently
rings

the
children
swirl
and twirl
around
what's
left
of
the
kings
thorny
throne
on earth

it's engraved
in stone
we go
but never
alone

every fall
the earth
sheds
it's
partridge
feathers
and reveals
the color
all
exists
as
one
bland
tune
a
bad
apple
in
hand
two
birds
in the bush
a bat
on the wall
i continue
this crawl
to God
as my duty
in life
it calls
if i fall
i fall alone
and you
who sit
in sideswept
spiritual
dreams
can often
try
to come
between
me
and the spirit
that awakens
when all
is taken
from life

strip
them
away
the walls
that
impart
your God
from
mine

we
are
the
same

Here We Are Now

soundless pergatory plundering darkness

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is this
what we've
come to now?
a bunch
of blood
sucking
leeches
vampiric
tyrants
skimming
the milk
from the
mother's breast
and the child
can never
rest
in the mercy
you've now
taken from her
life?

are we all
to go around
causing
each other
strife
in the name
of God?

if this
a war
of beings
judgemental
sentinent
leanings
then i
partake
to shake
the snake
of it's skin

and bare
it's soul
for all
to behold
in it's
sad unglorious
demeaning
pity

would you
want me
to make
that of you
too?
as you do
me
as you
see me
through
your darkness
unable
to recognize
the light
that
falls
upon
the head
of the child
inside
all of us
bled
once
for
our
sins

don't make
him sacrifice
his life again

this
a war
that cannot
be ever won

there is
little victory
in shaming
another
and overshadowing
their doom
with more
gloom

what will you say?
when the mighty
winds
suddenly
blow your way
and you wake
up and find
that God
is testing
you

mother ruler
cast your pen
in the fire
and stop
the sin
by admiring
the
evil

twin cheeks
suffer
not
but
the weak
in this world

and if mighty
overpowers
the child
that screams
for justice
then so be it

let justice
complete
it's circle
and round
up those
who believe
the seeds
have been sown
and the Gods
have begun
to overthrow
the evil kingdom

for the seeds
you sow
upon
my
dark
will spring
to light
when the
moon shines
upon
the head
where the dead
are buried
safe and sound
free from
the wounded bondage

the carousel
of the mind
that turns
and whips
the behinds
of those
who yearn
for more
knowledge
than just
simple
grief
year
after
year

don't fear
what you
haven't dared
to find
in yourself
yet

it's hidden
well
but
God
can tell
if your
heart
speaks
backwards
then you
won't go
forward
with the plan

now stop
the attack
my ship
is intact
in the harbor
of safe keeping

i'll abide
by my own
life saving
will to survive
yet,
i will
never dispose
of another's soul
in order
to re-create mine

bondage in denial

if i should
leave this
trail of tears
to go unsung

then what
has become
of my forsaken
loved ones?

you who
dare
dip
your feet
in the glare
outcast
looking
in for relief
and finds
nothing
but a solitary
retreat
into the
manic mind
where wisdom
is so unkind

better blind
than to know
such truths
that the
evil beings
unsow
every fall
the shadow
knows
it's going
to call
all to
shed
their
true
colors
revealed
at last

at last!
glory
to be
the king
of all
in the heavens
that rise
but never
falls
on the
child
who cries
to God
every night
for a
passive
light
to shine
for direction
home

such
unmerciful
grounds
for the
dark
sanctuary
that blocks
the light
that satan
continues
to put
his hand
in

is this
what we've
become now?
the sinner
of all the sins?

father
to take
us in
and protect
and shield
from the evil
winds
that threaten
to divide
our sky
into
blood
dripping
heinous
crimes
of judgemental
passion
overlayed
into
a cheap
delayed
reaction
to faith

nothing
is sacred
on this
battleground
that has
begun
it's torrent
wind
undone
the mighty
seers
and
sages
begun
their
journeys

not to
be overcome
by the ingratiate
who threatens
to take
the life
away
with
a sharpened
sword
and
a
ripened harvest
we sow
our seeds
to even
out the victory
sheep

now the
wolf cries
in mean vanity
at the world
that's lost
it's sanity
in itself

that
common
ground
we shall
all cross
as one
when
the trumpet
blares
the mighty
spririt
spare
the rod
teach
the child
love
and bear
the gifts
to the
God
above
and judge
not
anyone
who has
seen
the dualities
that
heaven
and hell
represent

a loss
of innocence
unquit
quieted
spirit
will not
lay down
and die
this time

the pain
cannot subside
from the injustices
that abide
this tragic life

i will
not leave
them behind
in their
solitude
and grave
forgiveness
as the sky
they
colored
blue
turned
black
in it's
attack
on our
lives

is this
what you
would leave
your children?

the same
unkind
unkempt
hand

a tired land
where greed
steals
the sand
from
the hourglass
of all those
who tried
before
the mother's
were denied
a lifetime
of love

a man
who turns
his very
back
on his
young
and eats
them up
as if
he too
would
be forever
young

only to be
stung
by the bee
that saps
the seed
so sweet
from the tree
of life
that i call
one man
my father
and he
is not my dad

this,
a turned back
what you would
have for those
who attacked
the innocent
spirits
who stir
the path
and keep
it free
from the attack

great sages
unwrap
the mystery
is complete

it is
with great
sadness
i watch
the world
attack
my soul
my bloodied spirit
time after time
i seek
refuge
in the sublime
light
of my God
and often
there
is little moon
to guide
me through
to that other side
where the safe
and souls reside
who tried
to make
this life
a better world
for all of us
but cannot be
denied
the right
to cry out
it's misery
and injustices
served wrong
on the golden plate
where the pond
meets with
the scum filled
hatred
and there
is no better
place
to shed
the secret
held within
than the
pious manner
in which we live
and guide
our lives
by our own
actions

begrudge us
no more
our sin
committed
by those
within
our own circle
of fire
and wind

where are the rains?
where are the great
thunderous claps
of applause
for your delightful
pause on my pain
and suffering?

you who judge
those who had
hell step on them
did not ask
for repeat offenders

take your plan
to the other man
because
behold
the sun
will rise and fold
on this land
before you attack
your fellow
man again

my suffering
asks no pity
asks
no mercy
from this life
that took
all
and gave
more strife

my sadness
my growing
anger
at the injustice
and unequiviatity
of this human
sacrifice
on earth
bonded
by the blood
we drink
in our cups
that we take
and break
the bread
and shake
the crumbs
into the same
hand that fed us all

now fall out
from my sky
as i continue
to bleed
my desire
on all eyes
who watch
me
and despise
my life

I have
become
one
with
thy
own
staff
in hand
bloody
knife
in back

the attack
complete
the sins
accomplished
and still,
the spirit
yearns
for more
righteous
leanings

hear the call
of the child
the halls
are empty
raise the cup
drink the blood
the christ
is calling
within us all

fall
and
rise
once
again
child
of
evil
child
free
from
sin

be
born
again
unto
the
heaven
that springs
the rain
every April
and unwounds
the dead
grounds
that resentful
backporch
brooms
resent
themselves

you
who
attempt
to remove
me from
my right
to speak
of my grief
my struggle
and personal
strife

what will
you say
on your own
beds of clay
when asked
if you ever
strayed
from your truths
soothsayers
in lion's
den
soft
cloth

take
the
mirror
and
find
the breath
that the soul
never overturns
into another
personal demon
to terrorize
all heathens
within

take
the stones
and cast
no more
but bury
them
in the stoves
that will
never burn
alone
in the
hell that
threatens
the good
that will
take us
home

if this,
then
i will
wait
alone
in my
retreated
solitude
and grow
into
the spirit
that can
once again
sow
it's
godly
seed
home
and wait
pathetically
for the paths
to unwind
and the cries
of foul
to stop
it's attack
on my soul

bless those
scourge not
the cross
is up
the dance
is down
the hatch
buried
with the
last
bloody
hatchet

where
even
the nastiest
weed
the meanest
dandelion
will resow
it's seed
in the light
of a non-judgemental
delight
found
in
the
heaven
where
souls
resound
to rebound
from past
lives
filled
with tragic
demise
of faith

you would
have me drown
in your black
sea of misery
than ever
let me float
quietly
in my own
conflicted
grief filled
refuge
where
at the least
i have
a half
a chance
to float
into
some sort
of
happy
sea
by
accident
per
grace
given
to me
perchance
by chance
by a God
that never
left the
thorns
rot
his left
side
where
the heart
still
beats
freely

a homage
to those
who suffer
for all eternity

it is
with great
displeasure
that i
must
die
on the world's
time
clock
my soul
click
the hear
the spirit
roar
with pain
uneven
grains
of salt
in the wound
even larger
than the
original
bleeding sin

i too
would rather
have died
than be alive
in this cold
world
that shutters
me out
with it's
broadened shoulders
and coal filled
eyes
and hearts
that delight
in the suffering
of the child
that cries
continually
by night
and will
shy away
each morn
with a paisly
filled
delight
for the moon
who shook
it's head
no too soon

God is there room?
is there room
for yet another?

i sold the broom
years ago
i stole the
forest
from the horrid
echoes
that my befell
the wooden
cross
on my heart

stop the daring
darts
they throw
so carelessly
into my sea
of ongoing grief

father,
i no longer
wish to see
this cruelty
in all
it's brutality
and action
devoid of love

such peril
such hate
at each
upcoming
dawn
i died
each time
the hate
came on
and took
the love
down the
into the
buried
ground
where souls
wriggle
in the
worm hole
sound

dance
command it!
of the evil
laughter
that
can stand
to lay
sound upon
thy broken
spirit

*

have you
ever tried
to start
your life
over so many
times
coz
the life
you knew
ended
in tragedy
and left you
with
a
blank stare
gazing
out at
the january
frozen sky
dead inside?

then you
have these
makers
of men
who pretend
they
are the one
who
will
give you
the pink slipper

boo!
hiss!
liars
collide
in your dens
with your
hides
you've
resentfully skinned
alive
for your
own salvation

killing
one
to let
you buy
a market
price
condo
on the riviera

you leave.
you all leave me.

i want solitude.
i want to find my peace
if it's possible.

i'm in full metal jacket
once again
on the beat
fighting
the street
smarts
kissing
my ass
hello
every
god forbidden
morning
i drift
into a
slumber
and awaken
with a tick
and then
thunder
in my chest
when i realize
i've been
beset
by my own
fate
and think
i'm in
mother's bed
she made
just for me
all starched
and clean
sheets
wrapped
so tight
like
a newborn
babe
in the divine
light

van morrison
come home
time to close
up this shop.

*

*

how cruel
last night's show
of force
was against
my thrid stray cat
they laughed
as they attacked
capt. jacks

denounce
pounce
on the weak

just who is the weak
and who is the strength

it's not merely
mind over matter
in these things
of the heart
it's deepest words
i seek
to speak

these last few years
i haven't the time
to grieve properly
i've been struggling
to merely survive

i'm caught
between the rainbow's end
and the great divide

there is a great
void in between
where the lapses
in mental space
reside in time

we all have
a light
a right
of being
in this life

everyone expects
you to jump up
and be over it all
it is not that simple
once grounded in
that unspoiled
never before
charted territory
there is no
back tracking
it's intense
to wield
your way
like a lost ship
in deserted waters
there is no direction
it's all undiscovered land
like a child's mind
a baby just born
you have no guide
no mother
noone to lend a hand
the course you choose
is at your command
or not

there is no longer
a win or lose
situation
in this motive
extreme
ulterior area
no grey
to bargain with
it's all in black
and white
extremes
only grey to the
eyes that shadow
the true reality

this putried matter
of the enclosed mind
is mine to find
a way out
of the lost dark secret
it has captured
the lost lonely souls
and strips them down
to bare bones
and clips
their wings
and ties the strings
to their nose
and guides
them to a home
that is the biggest
lie of all known to man

it can't be overcome
it can be pushed aside
to make room
for the new life
that is residing
in the same dark
recesses
the crevases
that create the
havoc in the mad mind

it's only time
spent in the boundaries
of nothingness
that threatens
to engulf
the man from
his coarse reality

there is no hidden mystery
it's a mind spot
a timeless stretch
beyond what the imagination
knows best

it's a court jest
it taunts
but never flaunts
it's inner beauty
it's desire
to cave inward
and create
from the havoc
strung apart
along the loose
ends
of the spiral

control
has no space
in this spatial place

feeling your way
like a lost worm
in the dark holes
of the head
as the death clouds
loom ahead
always too soon
always waiting
for your life
to be born
out of defiant spite
a spit back in the face
of the delighted liars
half-life

i swear to take
this to the ends
and there i will
wrangle out my demons
and see which one of us lives
the longest
i'm tired
of carrying this broken bastard
heavy on my back

i'll bury this monster
inside the hatch
of the next disaster
and see it slime
as it worms it's way
out of my climbing
depths of despair
where i no longer care
that death is at my door
i won't answer that
tick tock
of the death bell clock
clamping down
like bells from hell
i will dispell all rumors
and call a truce
on this rigid ruse
of a life

it's the in betweens
that lurk
within the highest highs
and lowest lows
that are killing me
the lowest form
of uncommon denominator
the terminator
is the shadow
lurking in front
and behind me

i'll live to spite
to spit on it's
lying decay of grey
when the light
touches it's darkness
in the twilight time
when the moon
reaches the mind
the manic side
parts way
for the long slide
to come

*

life will be better
for this i am
not so sure

you know,
i woke up
this morning
so filled
with this
happy morning
falseness
that the sunny
spring day
sometimes
plays on you
as some
cruel joke

you know,
so i goes
outsides
for a smokes
and
i'm singing
this happy
song
to the dog
coz
yesterday
he was
sad
i was sad
and he's
in this
damn if
i know
god forsaken
mofo
igloo
type ordeal
to live in
chained
no doubt
coz he's
supposed
to be
some sort
of mean
rottweiler
but he's
just an
old softy
and wouldn't
couldn't
barely could
chase down
an old bumblebee
breathing
in her
last winter
breath
you know
the kind
of bee
i'm talking
about too,
the kind
like a big
old ancient fly
that's been
around for
centuries,
must be,
and flies
so slow
and buzzes
really loud
and is just
so annoying
but so darned
pathetic
yet cute
you just
don't have
the nerve
to kill it

that kind
of bumble bee
that kind
of fly

that kind
of dog

well,
he's out
there hiding
in his makeshift
eskimo igloo
minus
the bear fur
and parka
add the skis
and hey,
he's rolling
fat

but,
it was raining
and he was sad
and i was sad
so today
we were happy
and it was
sunny
and it
was the
temporary
happy
that comes
from
early morning
caffeine
and hopes
for a better
mood for the day
but what
the heck
you know,
you got
to just
roll with
it all
these days
coz you just
don't know,
you just
can't know
what the
next day
will bring

probably
another rainy
day
talking to
the dog
in the igloo
while you are
attempting
to smoke
your cig
in the rain

damn the luck
darn the life
it get's hideous
tiring
weary

just did
my tour de france
or tour de duty
spent some days
in the bin
for my depression
which never ends
never ends
and i told
the doc,
doc,
"it never ends"
and you know,
i'm not going
to get any better
than this, you
know after all
my tragedy
changed up
and wracked up
my bowling pins
and shifted
my metropolis
or brought in
the new current
flowing through
the counterparts
of the dendrites
that misfuckingfire
on a daily basis

and so it goes
another day
in the life
of a depressive

i don't want
to be here
who in there
right mind does
and if they do
what are they taking?
coz by god
they are either
seeing God
up close and personal,
or taking something
believing they are

excuse me,
i want what
they are having please,
thankyou very much,
and elvis
has left the building,
and he ain't coming
back anytime soon
world.

so pass me
the tabs
and the cets
and a coca-cola
with some fizz
so it burns
my throat
when i drink it.

and i'm gonna
buy this old dog
a big old parka
for next winter
so at least
he looks the
damned eskimo
part
by god,
if he has
to live in
some roundabout
plastic igloo,
jesus bring
on some fur
dudes
hello?
hello?

i mean seriously,
someone should
be fired,
for misfiring
their
ideas
we're talking
midwest dogs here,
igloo?
plastic igloo?

when you think
dogs,
you think you

would you wish
to live outside
in a plastic
fucking igloo??

i know some
people who deserve
to live chained
up outside
to the igloo
and dogs
that need
to live inside
i'm telling you
that right now
but God isn't
listening
because
he gave up
and left us here
to rot
i suppose
coz i'm self-rotting
like an
old banana peel
on top
of a garbage heap
called the world

he isn't my dog
i almost
unchained him
today
and walked
him to the
interstate
and hitchhiked
which is by law
illegal now,
don't ya know,
it's illegal
to walk,
yes walk,
on the side
of the interstate!

talk about
having no rights
left,
you can't even
walk
without
being
arrested

so i ditched
that idea
and decide
instead
to drink
my insta
coffee
from the
tiny little
insta machine
and smoke
my cigs
and plop
my wet ass
on this big
green turtle
someone left
out in my
friends
back yard
where the
dog is
some makeshift
frickin' toy
or some shit
and i plopped
down and it
made some noise
and i sunk

and i'm thinking,
you know,
i'm doomed,
this sucks,
i don't care
anymore,
i just want
to make
the damn finish line
that's all
i care about
is watching
my six year old
grow up
and making
it to the finish line
like the giant
mr. potato head
balloon
in that Turkey Day
Macy's Parade
he makes it
to the finish line
last year
but the year before
he pooped out
on the crowd
and i want
to wave my arms
as i run through
the tape
and have the crowd
yell
and say,
yeah, she made it!
through her life!
she made it
to the end!

what a winner!
she now wins
a round trip
ticket to L.A.
to be on
the Price is Right
come on down

yep.