I swear boys,
these days are getting shorter
sweaters on,
jack daniels gone
and my lovers in the doorway!
GOD DAMNIT,SON!
shes so beautiful...oh humming bird...
my gorgeous southern belle..
deep hazle eyes detour my attention,
until the air conditener changes vents
Im brought back from her heavinly gaze by the sweet arouma of colorados finest medicinal cannibus.
well,no...
Im not a paitent,
I just have been known to get around..
getting abandoned where the side walk ends,
lost to jungle cats and gallows lined by the infield wall
balls foul,
games lost
no more world series for my hometown heros..
no more fireworks to egnite love...
so..These american spirits burn slow..
were adults with little to show..
the wind kisses our knuckles and brows as we take shots to the bow
and pulls to the dome.
Love is the little four letter word im notorius for
i guess it just goes to show
no rest for the one who has thunder in his soul
no rest for those with lightning in their words.
no meditation till the days done
and this minutes a century old.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
gift box
christmas comes early this year,and with little to no television,or mall visits the weight and spectrum of the ordeal change. A hot meal is a beautiful gift,maybe thats all we NEED,or do we always want somthing? In a generous mood ill get the platoon drunk,and a pizza from B.D's...but its not often these days that I have a penny earnerd nor saved.What a waste of time and space. I need a new opening act,or at least somthing that warrants an encore,or clap. I need to feast on the beings I deam so weak,and give back to those who have given everything for me.Sweet summer nights arent what they used to be,their just like the winter where its as cold as it ought to be. We use to buy firecrackers and throw them in kids lawns,now it seems were pawns just as all of the rest were,working desk jobs and being shop clerks. Fourty hours a week I could have spent reading,or teaching, while most of all learning customs and fourtunes of cluture world wide,but I fear their dissapearing and being globalized before our eyes. No body gives a shit,hell I'll admit I love "seinfeld" and eatin' the "Mcrib",but thats because everyone else does,and in the end,its fun to give in. Buy in with yachts and table cloths of fine linen,where if moths dare,there will be devistation given.Burial plot bidding wars over the grave with the most beautiful scenery so the grandkids can understand his wealth,even in death it seems people are arrogant. Its so scary when you realize that after tonight,it could all be whitewashed then repainted onto a prettier canvas...I do think though,in my humble estimation,that the frame holds not a candle to the origonal print.With all this in tow I start to lecture as if my words are the lords,and I am himself,the holiest of holys.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
SLACK A MACKA
Ive been eximplifying my nomadic status as of late.Last night was spent whiskey drunk on my friends dorm room floor amongst scattered postage stamps and drawings.The metor shower took place during the commercial break for hoarders,thats when a semi dead kid was rolled to the hospital in a computer chair,his friends galavanting and laughing the whole way...the girl with the blonde dreadlocks I had set my sight on leading the charge...an errie side of our generations lack of feeling or care. This weekend has been nothing but debauchery,as it seems my life has been since two thousand and seven. It started with my mother and I sharing a bottle of jamesons,driving around colorado springs,remicing on highschool memories,though 30 years inbetween.Adderal,Early Times,Good Times and lots of Star Trek polluted my head as though it had all been said or done before...I love colorado,but fuck do I miss home. Its like that line in orange county thats somthing along the lines of "you can never wait to leave,or return."
Well..
Well..
Sunday, December 5, 2010
next chapter
Left over heartbreaking moans
the silence groans as if an angel to the heavens
let my bow and arrow show,im not as ignorant as they hoped
Im what they used to remember
a knowledge that glows,illuminated in the faces fate chose
rowing on the river at the request of lovers
only to have them taken out,one by one,as the stars came up on the horizon
and the jungle began pulsing with hollers and laughter
of wild beasts inclined to snap heads off and drink from necks
nectars
it had been a long evening.one of dry heaving and speechless greiving
the whole base camp had been eaten,all except me
and I was leaning on calling a helicopter home
a vodoo doctor from the forest emerged with the heads of fourty of my comrads
he spoke:
I took the tounge from one of your tribe member,so communication between us was open
I nodded,thought provoked
we need your leadership,and your skills for the life of my self and my sons
so that we can tame the fields as,you are brothers have done
Im sorry for your loss
he tosses the heads without thought
all my colleagues eyes,fixed on me and bloodshot,
I fell down and screamed until my voice went out.
I followed the shaman into the dark
the silence groans as if an angel to the heavens
let my bow and arrow show,im not as ignorant as they hoped
Im what they used to remember
a knowledge that glows,illuminated in the faces fate chose
rowing on the river at the request of lovers
only to have them taken out,one by one,as the stars came up on the horizon
and the jungle began pulsing with hollers and laughter
of wild beasts inclined to snap heads off and drink from necks
nectars
it had been a long evening.one of dry heaving and speechless greiving
the whole base camp had been eaten,all except me
and I was leaning on calling a helicopter home
a vodoo doctor from the forest emerged with the heads of fourty of my comrads
he spoke:
I took the tounge from one of your tribe member,so communication between us was open
I nodded,thought provoked
we need your leadership,and your skills for the life of my self and my sons
so that we can tame the fields as,you are brothers have done
Im sorry for your loss
he tosses the heads without thought
all my colleagues eyes,fixed on me and bloodshot,
I fell down and screamed until my voice went out.
I followed the shaman into the dark
MOON AND WSB:Time Travling Bastards
Moon and I develop this radioactive turntable that shoots gamma rays into space,well anyway we decided one day to go on the roof of our apartment and see if it was capable of inter dimensional tears in the fabric of time and space. It was,god damnit,so we lunged into a time traveling rollercoaster that is loosely based on the "Quantam Leap" series. Im the good looking one,Moon,the guardian. Our first stop was ancient pompay,on the very day of the eruption that decimated the city state,well I wasnt about to be baked by this gelatinous lava lake,so I pulled out a pinner and went to comandear a fishing vessel,giving free joints to all the sinners,seeing if I could truly develop myself as the skanky jesus. I sat on the corner,and rock quardrys of the city,deciding if I should stay here to be a messiah,or at least the towns prettiest bachelor of notarity and scholar. I pondered and pondered and it wasnt till that moment I remembered I should jet the fuck out before this city becomes a wax musem and kinder. Moon telepathiclly reached me,screaming he says "I think I just scored with most beautiful woman...she had hair of snakes that made my dick hard as cement! In fact Im feeling round 42!" Jesus I muttered under my breath as the tiny ship hit the open waters."what a lucky bastard...why do I never get laid." The volcano exploded,at the same time Mr.Moon got medussa preagnut,he could tell,he claimed,by the way her snakes screamed. On the medeterannian sea,I watched the decimation of the once mighty pompay,and then I wrote the very first copy of "Alexander and his no good,very bad day." In which,I played the protaginist of alex,and Mr.Moon created the destruction of my favorite historical city state.
haha,anyway.
We quantum leaped the next day.it was hot as fuck on that boat and I had to poop,and it seems as though when I need a bowel movement I quantum leap time and space,moon claims he made it that way,I just gave up and belive everything he says. We awoke in 1960s berkley,we both had viles of lsd and pounds of hashish,we didnt question how they got their we just closed are eyes and squealed. We looked like to japanese school girls who won the spelling bee. It was sweet,emeresed in the hippy culture,introducing those assholes to better 21st century weed,and their 20th centruy,circa albert hoffman lsd. We tripped for what seemed like days,until these ladies we met got us into a lenny bruce show without pay and that moment of realization came,we could be stuck here on acid until modern days. Mind you this is pre microwave,pre cable...limited hydroponic haze! We could barely go an hour without sports center updates,and chris berman is probally currently shitting in his pants,so the only thing logically to do was place bets on everything. We became kingpins of berkely,and soon the bay,making all our money off gambaling and smoking the stash away,I have to admit for a while we had it made. Long days of orgys and showers with flower empowered girls who are probally our friends mothers,or grandmothers...making us possibly our homeboys fathers. This turned us into confused zombies,romaing the streets on heads full of lucy,we came to city lights book store in san fran.Loosely for a little bit we had fancied ourselves as ferlengetti and ginsberg,we wanted to see what they were like in their own time,dropping the prophet status and the glory. We mustered up the courage,and finally walked in,as the time warp fucked us over again.No skanky Jesus returning,to no joining of a movement...no now 1800s saloon with all dusty frowns eyefucking my body,and moons too...somehow we had become lawmen of the days of highnoons. Quick and the dead,we shot every one in the room,later explaing we had mistaken some priests as bandits all huddled over the spitoon, a pretty useless murder spree,but we were getting used to the cranage that had ensued. Ever since those acid years,or months,our brains been in orbit around pluto. Which in this western setting was still a planet,yet we were forgeting we needed to vanish,downing shots of the local morphine supply off of the doctor we excecuted was risky buisness especially since his daughter,a lovely waitress at the bar,had been shot by one of our stray bullets.Swigging the morphine,chased by a shot of burbon,I approached the teenage girl and went into speech to try and explain the days events,this morbid scene of rowdy boy reminicents (moon knows what im talking about.we pound fists.righteous shit!) shes sobbing so I brush the hair from her eyes,see those big blue ovals peppered with fear and delight. She grabs my finger and twists it in her sweating palms,fixed on my glare. Asking what are my plans for the night? well,I begin,i guess the laws the fugitive on account of all these executions. She asks to come with,moons so fucked off the medicinal heroin he passes out in his drool.Me and the dame carry him out to a few painted horses. We ride threw the night,south colorado,west texas bound. We stop over in santa fe,set up camp on the outer limits of the new mexican town. I apologize for taking her fathers life,explain my story. We laugh and cry. We make love all night as moon keeps rolling his body into the fire,letting out hoots and hollerins
I explain to her I want this to be the rest of my life...I wake up on the pavement of a synogoge,groggy and hungover,Mr moons vomiting in the bushes,as a rabbi pats his back,just then the 5.0 show up and step in...
we will continue this...at some point or some shit
haha,anyway.
We quantum leaped the next day.it was hot as fuck on that boat and I had to poop,and it seems as though when I need a bowel movement I quantum leap time and space,moon claims he made it that way,I just gave up and belive everything he says. We awoke in 1960s berkley,we both had viles of lsd and pounds of hashish,we didnt question how they got their we just closed are eyes and squealed. We looked like to japanese school girls who won the spelling bee. It was sweet,emeresed in the hippy culture,introducing those assholes to better 21st century weed,and their 20th centruy,circa albert hoffman lsd. We tripped for what seemed like days,until these ladies we met got us into a lenny bruce show without pay and that moment of realization came,we could be stuck here on acid until modern days. Mind you this is pre microwave,pre cable...limited hydroponic haze! We could barely go an hour without sports center updates,and chris berman is probally currently shitting in his pants,so the only thing logically to do was place bets on everything. We became kingpins of berkely,and soon the bay,making all our money off gambaling and smoking the stash away,I have to admit for a while we had it made. Long days of orgys and showers with flower empowered girls who are probally our friends mothers,or grandmothers...making us possibly our homeboys fathers. This turned us into confused zombies,romaing the streets on heads full of lucy,we came to city lights book store in san fran.Loosely for a little bit we had fancied ourselves as ferlengetti and ginsberg,we wanted to see what they were like in their own time,dropping the prophet status and the glory. We mustered up the courage,and finally walked in,as the time warp fucked us over again.No skanky Jesus returning,to no joining of a movement...no now 1800s saloon with all dusty frowns eyefucking my body,and moons too...somehow we had become lawmen of the days of highnoons. Quick and the dead,we shot every one in the room,later explaing we had mistaken some priests as bandits all huddled over the spitoon, a pretty useless murder spree,but we were getting used to the cranage that had ensued. Ever since those acid years,or months,our brains been in orbit around pluto. Which in this western setting was still a planet,yet we were forgeting we needed to vanish,downing shots of the local morphine supply off of the doctor we excecuted was risky buisness especially since his daughter,a lovely waitress at the bar,had been shot by one of our stray bullets.Swigging the morphine,chased by a shot of burbon,I approached the teenage girl and went into speech to try and explain the days events,this morbid scene of rowdy boy reminicents (moon knows what im talking about.we pound fists.righteous shit!) shes sobbing so I brush the hair from her eyes,see those big blue ovals peppered with fear and delight. She grabs my finger and twists it in her sweating palms,fixed on my glare. Asking what are my plans for the night? well,I begin,i guess the laws the fugitive on account of all these executions. She asks to come with,moons so fucked off the medicinal heroin he passes out in his drool.Me and the dame carry him out to a few painted horses. We ride threw the night,south colorado,west texas bound. We stop over in santa fe,set up camp on the outer limits of the new mexican town. I apologize for taking her fathers life,explain my story. We laugh and cry. We make love all night as moon keeps rolling his body into the fire,letting out hoots and hollerins
I explain to her I want this to be the rest of my life...I wake up on the pavement of a synogoge,groggy and hungover,Mr moons vomiting in the bushes,as a rabbi pats his back,just then the 5.0 show up and step in...
we will continue this...at some point or some shit
how the milita formed
Cigarette.
dads falling asleep on the couch,
again,
its a cold sunday afternoon in december
soundtracked by a symphony of wind.
Liver.
Down the hatch,lads.
another gentlemans glass of scotch for the walk threw the winter
home for time spent buzzed with the children
telling 'em stories years past their bedtimes
having them fall asleep to gunshots
wizzing past their heads in twilight
the street light peers between the branches,
shattered glass accent the carpet
as their father sobs in the adjacent room
goodnight,
sleep well...i guess.
mothers off her medicene
telling dad how much she loathes him,
how these bastard sons will be a spitting image of
a maggot feeding on dead skin.
the boys listen and try as hard as they can to dream with their eyes open.
intermission (enters depression from stage left.)
Dead.
At night
Dead Silent plight for the next day to be alright
clutched tears in watery eyes
hibernation by design.
suicide note tucked in his best sunday vest.
moms covered in blood,
shes screaming inaudible words.
the children seem to lay awake for the remainder of their lives.
new dad. new city
new sailor shorts for summer.
new books.new teachers.
new lovers.
No drama.
No baby mamas,no jobs,
New pops a CEO of international conglamerats
moms got her wine and kolanapin.
weekly visits from ol pop pop
the father of the bastard one
showing the little youth how to work shotguns and chainsaws.
make pipe bombs and maltovs.
preaching only vengence in his reteric.
he passes on...no more weekly life episodes of learning or copeing.
festering deep agonizing reinvesments of prioritys and life.
community college.
full time jobs.
full time girlfriends whos occupations are blowjobs.
Party Scene.
minor dabbling in THC
cocaine
excstacy
( lost period of time for a year or 3)
minor dealing.
First Kill.
Syndacite.
Organized crime on a massive scale.
decapitations...scalping...grand larsonry...
hell on earth literally.
National Scare.
Articles in Time and Us Weekly.
Tax Laws.
Drug Laws.
Jealous Shadow Government.
Arrested for POSESSION.DUI,PCP.ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER,HOMOCIDE.
sentenced to 200 consecutive lives
the best way to live for eternity,
the boys decided
a poetic way to never have to look at their father in his heartless eyes
no heaven,no jesus
their demons live forever,
laughing in the echo of the rooms of jail cells and the graveyards which hold recess
retelling the story
to generations of boys
doomed to make the same foolish act of never learning
to not hold grudges to the dead and burning
or never sleep threw all of eternity.
never give up on purity.
(epilogue of repreive:shining a light onto our subjects.By famous Novelist _____ ______)
They stand as Ahab did,with feet crossed and words soft,as the MDs place their dad onto the stretcher.They watch them wheel him into the ambulance,elegantly and with grace, until the left wheel breaks and their fathers body slips and shakes onto the pavement.Their mother in the doorway faints,falling onto an officer doing the report on the night. The boys see their fathers face for the last time in their life,as he sits up right,with his neck propped on the ambulances backside,smirking and stairing to the heavens with a bullet between his eyes
Neither shed a tear
neither say a word
then
They waste their life as an ultimate spite to the god
their father gave his life for.
Thanks be thy lord,all men are holy in the site of the church.
dads falling asleep on the couch,
again,
its a cold sunday afternoon in december
soundtracked by a symphony of wind.
Liver.
Down the hatch,lads.
another gentlemans glass of scotch for the walk threw the winter
home for time spent buzzed with the children
telling 'em stories years past their bedtimes
having them fall asleep to gunshots
wizzing past their heads in twilight
the street light peers between the branches,
shattered glass accent the carpet
as their father sobs in the adjacent room
goodnight,
sleep well...i guess.
mothers off her medicene
telling dad how much she loathes him,
how these bastard sons will be a spitting image of
a maggot feeding on dead skin.
the boys listen and try as hard as they can to dream with their eyes open.
intermission (enters depression from stage left.)
Dead.
At night
Dead Silent plight for the next day to be alright
clutched tears in watery eyes
hibernation by design.
suicide note tucked in his best sunday vest.
moms covered in blood,
shes screaming inaudible words.
the children seem to lay awake for the remainder of their lives.
new dad. new city
new sailor shorts for summer.
new books.new teachers.
new lovers.
No drama.
No baby mamas,no jobs,
New pops a CEO of international conglamerats
moms got her wine and kolanapin.
weekly visits from ol pop pop
the father of the bastard one
showing the little youth how to work shotguns and chainsaws.
make pipe bombs and maltovs.
preaching only vengence in his reteric.
he passes on...no more weekly life episodes of learning or copeing.
festering deep agonizing reinvesments of prioritys and life.
community college.
full time jobs.
full time girlfriends whos occupations are blowjobs.
Party Scene.
minor dabbling in THC
cocaine
excstacy
( lost period of time for a year or 3)
minor dealing.
First Kill.
Syndacite.
Organized crime on a massive scale.
decapitations...scalping...grand larsonry...
hell on earth literally.
National Scare.
Articles in Time and Us Weekly.
Tax Laws.
Drug Laws.
Jealous Shadow Government.
Arrested for POSESSION.DUI,PCP.ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER,HOMOCIDE.
sentenced to 200 consecutive lives
the best way to live for eternity,
the boys decided
a poetic way to never have to look at their father in his heartless eyes
no heaven,no jesus
their demons live forever,
laughing in the echo of the rooms of jail cells and the graveyards which hold recess
retelling the story
to generations of boys
doomed to make the same foolish act of never learning
to not hold grudges to the dead and burning
or never sleep threw all of eternity.
never give up on purity.
(epilogue of repreive:shining a light onto our subjects.By famous Novelist _____ ______)
They stand as Ahab did,with feet crossed and words soft,as the MDs place their dad onto the stretcher.They watch them wheel him into the ambulance,elegantly and with grace, until the left wheel breaks and their fathers body slips and shakes onto the pavement.Their mother in the doorway faints,falling onto an officer doing the report on the night. The boys see their fathers face for the last time in their life,as he sits up right,with his neck propped on the ambulances backside,smirking and stairing to the heavens with a bullet between his eyes
Neither shed a tear
neither say a word
then
They waste their life as an ultimate spite to the god
their father gave his life for.
Thanks be thy lord,all men are holy in the site of the church.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
BOTW
Im astonished at all the white people who use the N word like a term of enderement and friendship,its amazing what a few centurys can do.ANYWHO,how you guys doin? Im doing great..christmas is around the bend,and shit,who dosent love consumerisum? Really I mean I love filling stocking with losing lotto tickets from the year previous...you know a sort of reflection thing.IN my younger days I just filled 'em with old cigarette butts and what not...but not anymore,oh no,Ive wised up. You know whats intresting? living off quarters. No,really,I mean like seriously living of quarters...eating dollar cheeseburgers and tortillas for breakfast,lunch and dinner...jesus I love december! It hasent snowed once in Denver,not really once this year...its errie really,I feel like I brought TEJAS up here,which I mean is really for the good of the people. Red robin sounds amazing...patty melt grilled cheese,grilled onions and bacon...
anyway,The Chinese Stars are my BOTW
PS I saw a turkey fall off a roof today...amazing. 18 pounds of skined and defeathered raw flesh plummiting to a juicy death..my god it was incredible! It made me so hungry,as evidence by the previous paragraph.
I miss drivers ed.
anyway,The Chinese Stars are my BOTW
PS I saw a turkey fall off a roof today...amazing. 18 pounds of skined and defeathered raw flesh plummiting to a juicy death..my god it was incredible! It made me so hungry,as evidence by the previous paragraph.
I miss drivers ed.
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