Sunday, June 19, 2011

bodega, young

dont need any validation young man
especially from a city built on manmade hardness
cigarrettes and a james dean impersonator singing elvis at retirement facilities
the palm tree grew out of and will return to a plastic landfill
and all you hope is that bodega will have cliff bars/bananas/ebt
you could drive a truck thru manhatten
but you have a habit of greyhounds
not needing therapy
just some awareness
falling into the same well
that you threw all your pennies into
on the phone calling something that no longer exists
hey kid
smile a little bit
you werent baptized
but they hold you under the water
shower and get a job
or be that guy on the corner
looking at the street urchins
crusty talking to themselves
and i thought i was different cuz the words i was saying were rhyming

hitchhikers guide to yourself

at the crossroads of what you expected and whats really happening
open fields and 18 wheel trucks
good luck from the sun
a cold ass night and dangerous situations
made it worth living
you could tell more than a couple wild stories
but talking about yourself is played out
theres alot of waves in the ocean
and dont forget all the lakes
im the bacteria in the creek
the air is a person your about to meet
meek meanderings thru a city
with greyhound terminal homes
and a castle surrounded by crockidiles
quack a dilly ohma
its no longer an omen
cuz its happening now

Monday, June 13, 2011

burning photographs (considering it)

hi cooh

between reality and the past
shifting the paradigm and a muddy vacation
penciling in a new approach
that will have to be washed away with the low ball tide
tryin to get a good deal on somethin
you dont need
but we'll pile it up
and get some storage space
40 dollars a month
if we go broke we'll live in it

sweaty dance party