this man I know drank too much whiskey last night
he had two shots and he fell asleep on the bar
He wondered why he was at the bar
But it was her again, and by her I mean nobody
But to him she meant something
Dailies in the spring
And sunflowers on the wood
It took him back in time
to those days of wine and roses
and the mess they made
why did he drink you say?
to save his marriage
hell, to save himself
but no. this man could never be saved
Thursday, 26 February 2015
Sunday, 22 February 2015
cat hat
There once was a cat in a hat
who wrote himself a tale about himself
i think he was half stoned when he did it
and i watched him as i drank vodka water
the cat was nimble
he wouldn't give up
but his style and prose
makes mine look like dust
so i asked him his name while he took a pause
it was jacob, no, jerry, or something like that
he had to be back on the train in a hurry
but he did not finish his tale of the cat in a hat
so he gave it to me
my writing cap on
and he told me to break free
in order to complete the story from within
"forget all the ruffles and do dongs i wrote
this story is now yours, i wish you good luck"
so i thought and i frowned
and i drank and i stumbled
to the pisser of a washroom
no creator insightful
i washed my face and hair in the sink
goddamn it, i need more drink
they were selling drink everywhere
its popular like that, if you dare
but tonight i'm drinking Russian
just vodka and a kiss
so i left town with the story
a constant nuisance to be dismissed
how can i finish off
such a wonderful plan
or so i thought
i thanked and i thought
the ending of the story
involves me getting drunk
who wrote himself a tale about himself
i think he was half stoned when he did it
and i watched him as i drank vodka water
the cat was nimble
he wouldn't give up
but his style and prose
makes mine look like dust
so i asked him his name while he took a pause
it was jacob, no, jerry, or something like that
he had to be back on the train in a hurry
but he did not finish his tale of the cat in a hat
so he gave it to me
my writing cap on
and he told me to break free
in order to complete the story from within
"forget all the ruffles and do dongs i wrote
this story is now yours, i wish you good luck"
so i thought and i frowned
and i drank and i stumbled
to the pisser of a washroom
no creator insightful
i washed my face and hair in the sink
goddamn it, i need more drink
they were selling drink everywhere
its popular like that, if you dare
but tonight i'm drinking Russian
just vodka and a kiss
so i left town with the story
a constant nuisance to be dismissed
how can i finish off
such a wonderful plan
or so i thought
i thanked and i thought
the ending of the story
involves me getting drunk
Saturday, 21 February 2015
the vile one
I grabbed it again
the vile one
the one that soothes
the one that makes me do
what i cannot other wise
i love my drink and it tastes good
i haven't had a taste in 16 years
before my mother was born
why was i scared
presumptuous i gasp
but no, it's sitting there
on my night stand
a tad bit of juice
orange
with vodka
the only thirst
don't look in the mirror
you might see yourself
depraved and alone
on the toilet bowl
piss blood
and hack it out
the mucus, the phelgm
this drink is my lady for tonight
where has she gone
what has she done
questions? of questions
and peddle some sorrow
i ache to be healed
not by it, but by a loving touch
i love you so, i cannot go
and you're stuck in my head and in my mind
lost forever
simple, pure, odorless
this heavenly, the vodka
the Russians who made it
they knew what thirst meant
sitting in their bunkers
writing the best,
all over their chests
the light is dim
the nurse is calling
hide the bottle in the desk
and begin to process
the feeling of the thunder
the feeling of the unholy bliss
the vile one
the one that soothes
the one that makes me do
what i cannot other wise
i love my drink and it tastes good
i haven't had a taste in 16 years
before my mother was born
why was i scared
presumptuous i gasp
but no, it's sitting there
on my night stand
a tad bit of juice
orange
with vodka
the only thirst
don't look in the mirror
you might see yourself
depraved and alone
on the toilet bowl
piss blood
and hack it out
the mucus, the phelgm
this drink is my lady for tonight
where has she gone
what has she done
questions? of questions
and peddle some sorrow
i ache to be healed
not by it, but by a loving touch
i love you so, i cannot go
and you're stuck in my head and in my mind
lost forever
simple, pure, odorless
this heavenly, the vodka
the Russians who made it
they knew what thirst meant
sitting in their bunkers
writing the best,
all over their chests
the light is dim
the nurse is calling
hide the bottle in the desk
and begin to process
the feeling of the thunder
the feeling of the unholy bliss
deja vu
I sit on my bed for hours
looking at the stillness of the walls
cold and dark and no fun at all
where did all the fun go
did i leave it on a plane somewhere
or in a drawer, no fresh care
the dryer is broken and my collars are strayed
don't need nothing living like 50 shades of gray
i dont watch teevee
it watches me
dancing in front of it like a honey bee
venom and lust from the projected image
needs no time to get into my vision
my eyes close as i look at the screen
they cross over to another extreme
i gawk and gawk into the space of the realm
feet go titter toe, titter toe at my shoe
hell, this feels like deja vu 2
Merriam-Webster taught me some words
i forget them now, that must be absurd
i close my eyes and pick a page
blowing cotton in the wind to make day pay
a slave to technology
we all know it's true
we still do what we do
because we feel blue
on a sunny afternoon
before the chickens hatch
and the red rooster goes cock a doddle doo
lies blind and money talks
money swears to those who don't prepare
the weather sucks, my mind is shut
got all beat up, in the blizzard buff
mix poetry with song
no more clings and dings
making words from the studio
keep above the wonder king
she told me twice to go
i'm ready now
i won't eat for three days
but that's plenty now
tip top coats
i'm not rich nor famous
bite down on my lip
make a soul in a song for a bit
make em laugh, make em cry
splish splash goes the market
dealing in trades of Montana cards
mine's 50% off
and i think
"man, that sucks"
looking at the stillness of the walls
cold and dark and no fun at all
where did all the fun go
did i leave it on a plane somewhere
or in a drawer, no fresh care
the dryer is broken and my collars are strayed
don't need nothing living like 50 shades of gray
i dont watch teevee
it watches me
dancing in front of it like a honey bee
venom and lust from the projected image
needs no time to get into my vision
my eyes close as i look at the screen
they cross over to another extreme
i gawk and gawk into the space of the realm
feet go titter toe, titter toe at my shoe
hell, this feels like deja vu 2
Merriam-Webster taught me some words
i forget them now, that must be absurd
i close my eyes and pick a page
blowing cotton in the wind to make day pay
a slave to technology
we all know it's true
we still do what we do
because we feel blue
on a sunny afternoon
before the chickens hatch
and the red rooster goes cock a doddle doo
lies blind and money talks
money swears to those who don't prepare
the weather sucks, my mind is shut
got all beat up, in the blizzard buff
mix poetry with song
no more clings and dings
making words from the studio
keep above the wonder king
she told me twice to go
i'm ready now
i won't eat for three days
but that's plenty now
tip top coats
i'm not rich nor famous
bite down on my lip
make a soul in a song for a bit
make em laugh, make em cry
splish splash goes the market
dealing in trades of Montana cards
mine's 50% off
and i think
"man, that sucks"
Thursday, 19 February 2015
the maid
"what ails you", sinner son
grab fast for the cold one
no french maid to clean you up
no more busting dust in a cup
now the commotion
of her tidy blond hair
meets the notion
of a damsel in despair
we only pay her half a cent
and she works like that for a tenth
her name is suited for the job she does
its karen and alice and becca or fuzz
each on their own
but they have a plan
they gonna bust down that front door
with loaded guns in hand
the coolers playing cards
get shot, number one
the teevee gets shot down, second place
all the winos down on the floor
"don't do it" she hears from her bosses lips
"i'll wait for you last, you goddamn prick"
molotov cocktails from the sides
these girls mean business, no roll of the die
"come here you prick", bosses number two man
used to beat her with a fanny can
"ain't so funny now you little shit"
he cries and cries and he makes a fit
a six shooter on his tit
ain't this it
what the martyrs think now
not laughing anymore, no sound
number two man tries to run away
he's scared for treason and dismay
he slips on some blood, breaks a knee
shirley or whatever, makes him plead
"i ain't gonna kill ya yet," she says
he just opens his mouth undamned
i'm only gonna put a bullet hole
right up your rosebud
he's dead for sure
she pulls the hair
no rectum, no anus
her job was heinous
now on to the main course
her daddy, her force
he's loading his gun but the bullets are gone
daddy ain't coming home tonight, son
grab fast for the cold one
no french maid to clean you up
no more busting dust in a cup
now the commotion
of her tidy blond hair
meets the notion
of a damsel in despair
we only pay her half a cent
and she works like that for a tenth
her name is suited for the job she does
its karen and alice and becca or fuzz
each on their own
but they have a plan
they gonna bust down that front door
with loaded guns in hand
the coolers playing cards
get shot, number one
the teevee gets shot down, second place
all the winos down on the floor
"don't do it" she hears from her bosses lips
"i'll wait for you last, you goddamn prick"
molotov cocktails from the sides
these girls mean business, no roll of the die
"come here you prick", bosses number two man
used to beat her with a fanny can
"ain't so funny now you little shit"
he cries and cries and he makes a fit
a six shooter on his tit
ain't this it
what the martyrs think now
not laughing anymore, no sound
number two man tries to run away
he's scared for treason and dismay
he slips on some blood, breaks a knee
shirley or whatever, makes him plead
"i ain't gonna kill ya yet," she says
he just opens his mouth undamned
i'm only gonna put a bullet hole
right up your rosebud
he's dead for sure
she pulls the hair
no rectum, no anus
her job was heinous
now on to the main course
her daddy, her force
he's loading his gun but the bullets are gone
daddy ain't coming home tonight, son
puppies and poetree
blackness, darkness
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power
jump back to the time of the rhyme
when it happened so long ago
brothers in arms and jackets
trying to save another's soul
back to the time of the individual army
these kids only understand
if you ignore them
beat box don't matter if you got no spit
tell your homeboy not to double dip
french is the new wave
tender so fair
my cousin don't listen
he's all up in the air
break those weights and smack in the arm
confuse yourself when it gets past dawn
don't fight just pray
all we got is together
stay faithful in vain
but forever keep on sight
two eyes looking through one
on the center of the forehead
breathe all calmly
speak warrants to the judge
unable to pay
unable to jerk
forget you man
what you got is a quirk
twitch twitch goes an eyelash
better make your wish fast
catch it on your fingernail
better hope it will last
blackness, darkness
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power
jump back to the time of the rhyme
when it happened so long ago
brothers in arms and jackets
trying to save another's soul
back to the time of the individual army
these kids only understand
if you ignore them
beat box don't matter if you got no spit
tell your homeboy not to double dip
french is the new wave
tender so fair
my cousin don't listen
he's all up in the air
break those weights and smack in the arm
confuse yourself when it gets past dawn
don't fight just pray
all we got is together
stay faithful in vain
but forever keep on sight
two eyes looking through one
on the center of the forehead
breathe all calmly
speak warrants to the judge
unable to pay
unable to jerk
forget you man
what you got is a quirk
twitch twitch goes an eyelash
better make your wish fast
catch it on your fingernail
better hope it will last
blackness, darkness
can i see the light?
backwards, forwards
has your brain gone sour with power
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
when you mime
there's a time
when you mime
there's the time
if you mind
now sit back
and let me tell you a story
bout the wonderful onyx
bare down to his last dying breath
we struggled for hours
in the ocean so deep
mysterious landing
what could I creep
I walked on the water
I fell back hard
my neck hurts in pain
while im begging to sober up
you want all my soul
to munch at lunchtime
taking those tablets you take
might make you awake
theres a song bird
in the ruins of Maine
this song bird does play
every minute of the day
there's a time
when you mime
there's the time
if you mind
come with me
ashore, my lady luck
don't leave me alone
i am afraid of the muck
you are so lucky
you eat all my food
i want to strive far
i want to strive far
to get where you are
now wipe the tears
and come back to me
be gentle forever
please come back to me
my skull has lost his eyes
no teeth and no skin
i perish away
into the great beyond
there's a time
when you mime
there's the time
if you mind
now repeat after me
all lassies and wenches
revolution is fast
we got the boat of the masses
while its another time on land
theres the time of the ship
we follow this time
and we do not commit
on land, our babies
waiting for us to get home
i wanna see my grandson
cause this war is a bore
does this make sense?
are you listening to me?
my soul has fallen
into the pits of all call-in
I got fire and brimstone
for my wake
the captain is back
from the depths of the H
climb that canon
do what's what
attack that boat
we're getting scurvy tonight
there's a time
when you mime
there's the time
if you mind
Sunday, 8 February 2015
to my cousin pt 2
I ain't hear from you son
That's how I know you beat
drive my carriage to the door
let me in so i can reap
you a rapper now son
but where all the wings and the wangs
you chop it up like lettuce
while I bust my ass like mcrouter
i didn't know i had it in me
to bust a rhyme back and forth
but i just got some cojonos
and a thank you letter, just once
break your thumbs playing xbox live
wait a minute sailor
nine lives is passing you by
ain't that a shame when you don't know what to do
make this banter into ruins, i don't think your balls can do it
settle down and make a family
i'll visit for christmas and introduce you to my show
whats that you ask
just a simple show
all about the rap and the flim and flam
no more kickin back beers, this shits for real
my eyes cross heavily
i can see the future now
beer gut with homies
busting out the pizza truck
no pepperoni, no sausage, no salami for me
i find the rap virtue, in my non-eating extreme
so i know the first one rhymes, hell im the seventh son
tell me what you doing
lemme see it for myself
cause if you can't i won't lend another helping hand
your warbucks might save you
hell, he might even pay ya
night night sleep tight
i'm livin on a floor
wax on wax off
is what i like totally adore
can you dig it?
That's how I know you beat
drive my carriage to the door
let me in so i can reap
you a rapper now son
but where all the wings and the wangs
you chop it up like lettuce
while I bust my ass like mcrouter
i didn't know i had it in me
to bust a rhyme back and forth
but i just got some cojonos
and a thank you letter, just once
break your thumbs playing xbox live
wait a minute sailor
nine lives is passing you by
ain't that a shame when you don't know what to do
make this banter into ruins, i don't think your balls can do it
settle down and make a family
i'll visit for christmas and introduce you to my show
whats that you ask
just a simple show
all about the rap and the flim and flam
no more kickin back beers, this shits for real
my eyes cross heavily
i can see the future now
beer gut with homies
busting out the pizza truck
no pepperoni, no sausage, no salami for me
i find the rap virtue, in my non-eating extreme
so i know the first one rhymes, hell im the seventh son
tell me what you doing
lemme see it for myself
cause if you can't i won't lend another helping hand
your warbucks might save you
hell, he might even pay ya
night night sleep tight
i'm livin on a floor
wax on wax off
is what i like totally adore
can you dig it?
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