wonder......................if the owner's got


a dog......GLOVES FEELING TIGHT

sweaty::::::::::::::::::::: wonder
************************if its a pitbull
ANY K-9 COULD KILL

ME
###########################i just gotta

hop this fence

and pray there isn't a ankle biter to fasten his
teeth into my balls


:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
owwwwwwwooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww>>>>>>>>>>>

"CHOMP!!!!"

a note to my old friends

we use to

carry backpacks with notepads and pens and markers and black books
we were young and we didn't understand the talent we possessed but as I
look back and reflect...I really think the time is now, we're older,
our backs have carried burdens
we've had our fights
and failures to count...now my brothers
I call you to once again work to achieve that which you've
blessed me with yr nights late in the studio smoking and drinking and
writing

long drawn out poems

that give grins
on nights like this

shit we're really good at rapping

I mean really FUCKIN good

we stuttered on session tape we've giggled to farts
we're the last of stinking poem bums............:::::::::::::::::
""""""""""""""""""""::::::::::::::::::LLLLLLLLLLLLLLL... dead beats

fear the pen fear the writer that doesn't fear
to :::::::::::::::::::::put his chips on selling out

never folds

and is

always empty handed


for this man will raise to power

and destroy **********************the art
that has destroyed %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%the flame

market is flooded with fairies
writing uplifting GOD poems
and angels
with saintly halos

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^IIIIIIMMMMMM
NN.NOT.OOO...T.T.T.T.T.T.T.

SCARED TO VENTURE into
the unknown ((paper)) w/o~~~~~~~~~ my trusty ##########2pen
that has held my hand for so long
that it forms my songs

with only heart and god

tapes and scattered paper lay on the floor

old:::::::::::::::::::fashioned


"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""men


of typerwriters and pipes

are dead...just dead nothing heroic or sad


now some new breed}}}}}}}}}}}}}of beast/man

has come along


and wiped his ass on anything that was

good and had depth

and the masses


################^#^**(^*^&%$^%#^%#$^$#%@#%$^&SEE

only shit

they eat and love this

shit


b/c


its fed

to them
what other choice do they have
but to believe the great writers of our day

are liars with sp3ll check

and dancers of deed dirt and poor langauage

this is the

revolution


@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ART
is


alive
in back rooms and chat rooms

but the street is still crowded
with the poor

and the hotels are

used to degrade

the arms of many fallen great men

and we sit taking it in

like the seabreeze
we're forced to believe

that a many stars
it

took to get to the moon
was


worth climbing for minutes
and endles-s--s-s-s-::::::::::::::::::::::::::i'M RAMBLING

AGAIN ABOUT AGING
AND AGONY AROUND ASPHALT
AND ATMOSPHERE

CLOUDS CLEAR CONFUSION
......(oh those last lines are a hint of bad writing)))))))))))))))))))))))
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$say one message in three

w
o
r
d
s


CASH COWS COWOR

girl got headphones on her shoulder

the simple fact________________life is
captured by the eye so quickly that we can see a glimpse into the
mere minimalistic habits that fuel our existence


____________we lust w/ our eyes

_______________over eat
and spoil our after dinner sex
000000000000000)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))000000000000000000
_______________we think that if we dress up
like the coolest guy on the block we'll win the girl
________________look out lion

__________________look out tiger



man has you beat

with his common brain
his simple grin


his shopping carts

his war against his brother

***************************all stripe


and**********************************and STARS

::::::::::::::::::the finger gripped
******************the rusty fence))))))))))))))))))))))))
$$$$$shaking back and forth
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^UNTIL THE OLD MAN
WITH A CANE POKED MY BACK

CHILD____________________STOP
THAT NON-cents

_________________ITS PRIVATE PROPERITY

it didn't stop me


________I was a LITTLE devil

horn slightly protruding
and my lil' tail wagging...

the looks are there, but his brain is gone

couldn't see pass his own misfortune

the clown would walk on ahead

while the

humble

sit back and let
the fools

trip

over

there

own

words
.
.
.

the letter

dear mother,


I'm broke

_____________I've been spending my money on food,
gas***********rent and bills...they stop giving me

loans

I need a couple thousand to keep alive

############I'm still a babyboydreamer#######
^^^^^^^^^^^^bunched together between^^^^^^
a bunch of past due notices and legal fees
and people calling me and huanting me for what little money I do get

they seem to want so

like them

&&&&&&&&I TOO MUST ASK FOR

&&&&&&&&MORE MONEY&&&&&


love yr son

who never quite made it as an

artist....ps I hope dad is still letting you handle the money
b/c yr heart over rules the wallet


death of poetry
death of music
death of true art

everyone's going to die

and they seem to be

so concerned

with this lost of greatness

like we had a choice


the dimly lit lights in the crows
nest seem to stay lit long enough for me to create another

letter

this


one


won't be so


pleasant

modern day mozarts' still die by candlelight and computer screens

cough::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::sneeze...itchy eyes

but the keyboard still clicks and clacks to the chatter of my mouth
that

whic?????????????????h never really gets



______________-----------------OUT.
.
.
__________________________________of the head

unitl




the paper looks too blank not to get bloodly

we fight

call her names


))))))))))))))))then sweet love


out comes a word baby+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
________________________________SAINT JOSIAH

____________________________drink a lot of wine
...it keeps the belly still___________________
believing my muse isn't cheating by
skipping ahead.....................=====:::::::
_____________you get the idea that=====I'M PL
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::AYing
tricks with the pen
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@the bar line tidders on the metronome meter....

the poem is really in the rap, baby...

floppy disc

uni-ball pens

30 notebooks filled with rap lyrics

working

___________on my opus

((((((((((((discovered, that people just don't
write like

they use to))))))))))))))))))))>>>>>>>>they ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,think::::::::::::
everything should be


be


a_____________sample
a_____________taste
A LOOK into their
medicore existence

SCHOOL BUS (re) TIRE

use to sell porn and knives on the
bus

_____________________Jr high..._______________
it was a way to get cigarettes and weed and

of course...more porn.

she feeds me

my love

feeds
me

like a
a
mammal...
chomping on salads
and
vegitable pizzas

my love

feeds

me

the minute you give up on the dream is when they kill you

I found a new muse and she has my left eyeball in her purse

I went into my regular routine

I make a lot of art


then flip out saying I can't make anything good

and that its hopeless to go on
then I make shit loads more

art



then
sleep with a couple ladies

then retreat
to my lonesome

state

and


think about all the longings
of man


and ask myself repeatedly is it worth it


to starve on the streets to be immortalized in poem?

LOOK GIRL
YOU CAN'T SHOW YR SMILE
YOU MUST REMAIN W/O EMOTION
YOU SEE MY FACE?
...THIS IS THE FACE OF
A HEARTLESS PHOTOGETIC
SAD EYED STARRY DREAMER-BOY

NOW ON THE COUNT OF THREE STOP
SMILING..

I'm on my way...to the place where
legends are immortalized...and
all I can think about is

the bass is too loud

my day...

MY DAY
started at 8:15am
when I awoke to my snooze button...then I rushed into the studio
for a 8 hr tracking session I have one more
day of this maddness
and I can't seem
to shake the

chills
toast cheers
down a cold one
for me...

fell

THIS IS
WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN WORDS
FALL DOWN
STAIRS

YOU’RE LEFT CLEANING UP
THE MESSY AFTER
TRAIL OF
LINES AND
LINE
AND
LINES

OF

THE SAME BOLD LETTERING
THAT GOT
YOU
CLIMBING
THOSE STAIRS

does panning really work?

in the kitchen last night

______________holding a__beer___m
_________________________________u
__________________________________g

"not much lefftttT...annnd I---------want another
""""""""

you
start to wonder

if I'm
even trying

to

try

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>to<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>WRITE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
well...I

'
m

deaf

in

one ear and
my arm was
shot with

hope

and all
I got was this mug

so


raise it to the sky
and pass out

on the pub floor

good night

the mission of prayer

to speak to the devil you either
have to be god
or
maybe a fool
the first guy (god) could proably outwit him,
the second would rather
rule the

free world
...

========
========
++++++++if anyone ever came up to
me and asked for a handout I'd proably give it to them but then again
I'm not sure if angels are inner host in homeless
clothes

so I usually shake my head
and shame my head down
and shave ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^my
___________________heart
______________ bare.