Jerome the hack

there's Jerome
that silly hack
all he does is work to write and write to work
no one reads his shit but he still writes
what a hack!
he says one day it'll be okay soon
check the clock for a rainy day monsoon
still he hacks
no hope for jerome
the hack artist indeed
he finds a girl
she kisses the back of his hand then leaves
where did she go?
to find a hack like me
asked Jerome to the doctor
the doctor shook his head
what you need is this pill
drink it on down
Jerome closed his eyes
and it felt like he was floating
he reached the top of the clouds
where the birds la vida loco
good night jerome
the silly hack indeed

the only one son

the wildebeest wakes up the neighbors
i can't help it, the madness, the frustration
this is my only hope to stop it all
i sit by the fire and drink tea
the fire is warm and the tea is scorching
i wait a little bit to calm myself down
all i have is this, all we have is now
a doppelganger missed on a Tuesday night
it was one or the other and i made my choice
my mother and roommates are killing my dreams
i have to leave or i will become nothing
dead to words, ashes to ashes
i wish my father and zia were alive
oh god how i need guidence
for the storm is approaching
the sails have been set
the captain knows which way
but he hasn't told anyone yet
this tiredness has just become a rap
take off your jacket, let go of you hat
the boom box is glistening
during the harsh winter daze
my baby she has taken too
my soul is so fragile
i look somewhat lost
keep on writing kid
i do this because there is no cost

Gg with a moustache

slow motion shell shuck

the files of Aphrodite are deep in the catacombs
the files are outdated and speak to themselves
they talk gibberish non stop everyday
knowing one day the Phaedra woke up the storyboard
the lines of knowledge, the taste of victory
how we bleed its blood and concubine to its shell
how i yearn that shell? how i talk so mad.
have you spoke to me before
these are just words but i am much of a man
while i go through your game sphere
i'm nothing but a ninja
come find me indeed

well if you been a married woman

I am nothing. I thought I was a writer but I guess that's not what was meant for me and now i'm just a blob of preconceived notions of a mixture philosophy and biograph still frames. They used to show that in my classes at school. Now I've forgotten all that but i made anew. I'm just beaten up and the people around me aren't helping at all. I just feel so hopeless. Hopeless in art and hopeless in life. She drains my soul every month and i get nothing, i pay her bills while i live on nothing, maybe 100 dollars, and that's being fruitful. Let me go play guitar. I love you all.

the sad story jockey lee

I was once a jockey
I rode the horse, i jumped on the wagon
back and forth, back and forth
down in old Massachusetts town
i used to look at license plates
then i grew up and looked at the driver
am i you? am i growing old behind the wheel?
am i young? with my friends? wishing they'd come back?
who am i?
and i looked at every person
and some would stay still and some would make faces
some had baby on board, some flew cadets
i'm still trying to figure out who i am driving beside me
so i write and hope that the answers will spawn from my fingertips
lightning from my nails, frazzled hair and a toga on
i could be anyone, just a little hard work and elbow grease
they're stealing my work, my money, my things

lurch

i should get a job
i find solace in writing though so i do it instead
create a portfolio
nothing to hide
i enjoy writing and maybe one day i'll be real
dreary september
find yourself indoors
that's my next step
to find the odd doors of perception in the mind i know of as one
but where do we find ourselves
stuck underground, waiting for the time to familiarize my knowledge
i flail around the coast like a fish out of water
it's not a nice place to be when things were so bright for me
now darkness, i see no light, i see darkness in the dread of might
the night, so ready to flee away
but where will i go, what will say
i try to verbalize my mumbles and groans
it seems so hard in the time of reckoning
i try to be me, whomever that may be
don't you find me
alright baby
just knock knock
i'm lurch at the door

wittgenstein

nonsense you poor fool
what is this you speak of, said the man in the chestnut suit
it's my thesis kind sir
it's happadasher
i know you and i still don't understand
how a great mind is lost to the world in physics and philosopy
we're your best friends
your only friends
since you've been tenured
they all scoff you away like a piece of Charleston chew
i'm here
i know but i have to produce this work
no one else will help
we need a team as nonsensical as i am
a team of mayhem and wrapped in an enigma
we need change
and we need it right the fuck now

art is born

i have been mixed up in words for the past week
i can't sleep and i vomit when i eat
i think i''m just going to eat salad from now on
maybe that would be healthful

i look at my wrist watch and i see time
or what we believe is time
lost in catacombs in the deep south
adding adventure to the line up

but there is no adventure here
i made 3 eggs and thats all i know what to think of my existence
three eggs, enough for growing up i guess
where did these eggs come from?

i etch a lance in the stone work
leave a marking so one day someone knows i existed on the moon
but it's a lie
we are all in a dome

we are all stuck in this realm, believing that we are living free lives but we're not
there's time to think about it and then the next flower blossoms and you sneeze again
i don't want to believe in that way, i want to live with my grand children
take care of business first, mygod, at my daughters wedding too
i'll make em an offer they cannot refuse

and thus
the art is born

free world

I missed the call
it's over now or so i think
i'm getting fat and useless
just cups of coffee and cyborgs
quit smoking a pack a day
was it all worth it?
do i exist because of it? or does it exist because i exist?
my heart says go
but my mind says stay
i'd like to see a city emerge
out of the darkness
out of the bullshit
out of the nonsense
it's just more and more that they feed us
i know what they're really saying
sometimes i know too much for my own good
i have books if you'd like to borrow
we are living in the free world

vertebrate words in a hip hop sense

Yo flo
check this out
yo girl is hating on the bimbos you brought
better get outta town
found this tall legged sex kitten
keep me awake for hours
massaging her back and neck
no sex
just loving to feel her knotted neck
so sensual
better get me a pushup pencil

we spend the night in a Motel 8
her daddy's at home, but hell, she didn't cheat
my gold tooth is getting itchy
what shall i do?
drink some coffee
get it loose

she's gone home and i'm staying in bed
check-outs at 3pm, better make it read
i pack up my backpack
that's where all the money is
I got copper and gold and platinum too
no one to buy
better start walking blues

you thought i was done, well hell i just started
these verbs and nouns won't make you uncharted
bounce on the alphabet, get all those words known
ring a ding ding, out passes my phone

it's my mom and she's bitching
from partying all night
buy fucking milk, and pop to drink
i'm on a diet, ma, stop feeding me this junk
you will be mine forever she thinks if i get fat
by the end of the month there's no going back
but i will because these flow rhymes get so dope at home
i carry my dog leash, with the rope at the dome
im carrying that dogleash, alone and on all fours
too much too little, we'll produce it when
all the freelancers and junkies get ready to wed

the paintings on the wall

i wish i could post you about what my days involve. But that's just too easy. I want to keep the audience as audience etc etc.

There was a gust of rain in the Autumn night
I fell asleep by the fire, the logs were slowly simmering out
I had never felt such warmth before, crawling up my legs
around my body, in my love

The master of the household asked if I should be moved to my quarters
I shook my head yes and he slowly handled me upward
for now i walk down the hall as the time traveling bourgeois
I can see the future in this hall, the past and the present

The painting of myself to the left of me as a young woman
so free, so careful, so prim
if only i could travel back in time, lost loves and beauty pageants
i was always up to the challenge

The next painting i look at is myself, aging, smiling
but not a real smile, an old one, like the one i know what else is next
i look in her eye and i see the hope i had for the people
does waving your hand count?

finally, pictures of the present, mature but grey
i get rather bored of things now
i can't move much, the tea turns cold
Where will this take me? heaven if i know

We arrive at the room, good night to old Charlie
a thank you
i'm ready to go in peace
a tiny bless you
let this house be a guide to the fools
it saved us all
even when i didn't have to vaccuum

this is your time

There is a time
when all a writer can do is believe
believe in his craft
in himself
for himself
you will be knocked down
you will have blocked your craft
but it's okay
it will come back
mine hasn't
as i write this hypocritically
you're training yourself through knowledge
the books on the floor
on the desk
in the bed
but you haven't failed
because it all comes back
and you'll be ready for it
and you'll be ready for it
you'll be ready

this blog is number 450

i love you, even though you only exist in my mind
G

tonic water and spurs

I'm beehind on my reeding shelljool. I eed to catch up and make teechur proud. Sshe says i'm smrt but i don't beweave her. I saw a burd today. It folded in the air. Tings like dat make me speshul. I hope I don't make teachur made toomorrow. Dat wood be sad.

I'm doggone behind my reading schedule. Goddamn horses keep me occupied, gotta make boss-woman proud. She really things I'm top of the heap. I saw a falcon today, god almighty what a beautiful creature I ever seen. I can't wait for class tomorrow, got some tonic and my spurs.

plausible canned applause

oh how he brays in his sleep
the man with dirt nap at his feet
they bury him deep, even though he's alive
he just said goodbye to all nine of his wives

they bury him shallow
so his hand does appear
the hand is still moving
better get a director's chair

when wondering about the lady so fair
he dances around in his underwear
back in time, up and down
this miscreant thinks, he has to frown

overtime isn't what it was like anymore
there's no cabron or vodka or gin 5x or more
a carbon copy in my hands
i have to study it, to decipher the plan

inkblots and rorschachs
secret celluloid
homework time he calls it
what a fool he must be

under the golden ashberry lilacs play
wondering what essence
what god is there and where
my english isn't good, i'm sorry for now

i haven't read the book yet
over 1000 pages left to go
i'm getting bored and sick
weeping in my own blood

a tailor made me a suit on sunday
that's all that really happens around here
make me look good, good for the mission
you see, i was just fishin'

the target's in the room and we need those documents
i judo chop
he falls down
i take the documents

these are my souls to sell

Gg

13 jukebox live tracks

No matter where I go, I'm already there. Everything looks the same, nothing changes. It's a whirlpool to the infinite. So where do we stand in this revelation. Is it age? The number? The writing on the wall. Could be. But i doubt it. It was we believe to be real. Our perception of certain objects and environments in the natural world. Why succumb to the barriers we approach everyday and just live. Quit your job. Why? Because you can. THAT is freedom. The office is a cage and your its inmate. Break past the other side and frequent the frequency that is forlorn in your perception.

monologue

The meaning of life is simple. Be fair, play ball and don't ever let the other guy see you fall.  That's what happened to me kid, I fell. I crumbled. I was ashes in a dust pile going straight to hell. I was left for the vultures, metaphorically and i had to fight to get back on top of things. My ideologies, my philosophy, me. I'm not fully back yet, but I'll get there. I'm not worried. Well, that's not completely true. I am a little worried at the moment, because, you see there's a colt .45 lodged in my mouth right now, jamming atop the roof of my mouth. What I say is muffed. (camera angle) *muffled dialogue*. but i can still think. How I got in this situation? I really don't know. All I wanted was to write a book

tech

is this my real face? my body moving? my toes scrunching?
or is just feeling and senses that parade my body forward
i can't seem to listen, all i want to do is read and eat
it's barbaric, i look down at my desk and I see two books
an actor's handbook
carrie
what do i want?

I dodged the bullets of night
i lasted the follies and the miscreants
i was first
and now i'm last again
crawling like a baby
climbing a rope like a man
succumbing to such simple pleasures
are we not men? women? are we not the forsaken?

we are human but we no longer feel that way
technology has swallowed us whole and spit us back out again
technology does lines in the bathroom on a Friday night
technology limits libido
technology breaks man

i was having a conversation
about how no one actually calls anymore
it was a skit from a comedian
i laughed, then i sobbed

oh what a night

34

zippy dee doo da zippy dee yay
what i got here with turn up the bay
so fresh and so clean
i was once during the tides of may

now broken and punctured
cast aside
feeling dismay
at the curse of the bay

stay on 34 they told me hey hey
i look like a donkey, hear me bray
to the victor go the spoils
during the tides of may

capsized on a leather yacht
no one open the door, it's shell shock
bingo bango, mark twain was here
now he's saluting his extravagant cheer

i wish i could be younger
not that i' m much of an old man
keep me guessing twice
at the moment, the blind hand

come back to reality
your future is sworn
new tide has fallen
get the fuck out the door

Gg

isolation?

isolation brings out the best of the universe
we are nothing, we are meant to be nothing and we will know that we are nothing
it's pure nihilist behavior, full force into a brick wall, leave nothing behind
because we do all die alone, that's the sad fact, no matter how much family you have with you
they are there to see you in your last state but they can't be what you are at that moment and they must accept that. that is the grace period of acceptance of death. it has to happen. and we can't stop it but where do we go is the main concern, is there heaven? hell? purgatory? the inferno of Dante? the reincarnation of the east philosophy. where? I start to question this and i realize there is no answer...and there shouldn't be. that's what life is all about. the journey, not the destination. what i give you til now is just motion, a medium, a little piece of a lot of pie. I don't do this for fame, i do this for answers, so we can all share. I thought I was stuck, but that was all in my head. I have a place where i can live, i need a better place though, so these sprouts can blossom to their full potential. Is it too much to ask for? A place to be, to be free even though we are born in chains. Freedom has a price and, philosophically, we are all alive to interpret cause and effect.

show me shoes

show me your shoes
i demand you
for if i do not see your shoes
you may not enter
and that would make you very sad
and me also sad, but we can hug it out later bro
this makes me happy
but i sneak in the back
the waitress sits on my lap
20 dollars on tap
you know what, you cute
no savage brut
so i'll buy all your shots
and i'll meet you back here when you close

i have a boyfriend
it's too late
you smell funny
you don't shave your face
you're cross eyed
you're too smart
i'm just a bunny rabbit
to that meaning of bodily art

Gg

thompson

I got to the bungalow lounge at around 8:15 am. They were serving hard drink at 8:15 am, so I didn't know exactly how to spend 15 minutes. The weather was cloudy and the sun peak through the clouds ever so gently. It's hard being awake all night without proper beverages, so I filled my Chivas glass with some ice and water. To anticipate the 8:30am drink-off. I wasn't drinking for anyone accept me, and the cursed nonsense that just walked through the front door of the press box. It's Lloyd, sonofabitch, haven't seen him in ages. Nor do I want to. Bastard stands behind me at the bar. I can feel his semi erection drifting past my pant leg. I turn my side and he gets the message. Then it's all like OMG, i haven't see you in ages. I ignore him and throw a curveball. Oh James, it's been a pleasure. 8:30 hit. pour full cup, take a shot shake it off. Nice seeing you James. Then I was off to the races.

twisted serpent

the twisted serpent at hallows gate
i wonder if i do my dance, he'll let me wait
coal ovens fuel this ship
all aboard, better jump in quick

the first mate looked at me with piercing eyes
"you're not on list", he turned to jive
what do you mean, kind sir
i'm right there under stanley

oh right, he said
there you are, i expected a plumper rogue that yourself
happens all the time i tell him
then i sneak into a bunk and wait til the ship sets course

the ship is on sea, no one needed thy bunk
i looked out the window, all i see is waves crashing in the darkness of night
the night shows such virtue, so much scarce and the fear
i might even have to jump in, disappear

there's a knock at my door which seems rather odd
it's a beautiful woman, her neck all strung with pearls
are you ready yet, she asked.
i told her, i don't know, whats the itinerery

we're supposed to meet them in half an hour
do you have your pistol? your mace? your weapon of choice?
no i said, i left them on land
well fuck, take mine and don't be dumb with it

do i know this woman?
does she know me?
i don't know anymore
so i ask her, say miss

you know me as much as i know you
we are the operatives, the one to smack down some truth
our main target is the other guy
you'll know it when you see it

i put on my tie and we walk out the door
down the hallway
hand in hand
this story has just began

Gg

Joe

the writing blues

well i got a story for you
bout a man named Joe
Joe was an orphan
his mother didn't know

now he sat up the stairs
looking for his daddy to be
all he got was gum on his shoe
and nail polish on his teeth

oh Joe is woe when you think of it
i can't help him, oh lordy can you
we need to find Joe a daddy
or else he won't suffice

poor Joe, whatcha gonna do
walk down the plank, the aisle, some suit
we can make you look good
comb your hair and dress you nice

that didn't matter to joe
all he wanted was just to be nice
not all the money in the world would matter to joe
no diamonds, no sapphires, nothing like that

Joe has a future
a golden goal
a half pound of bread
hidden in the front part of his pants

so thats Joe
what i know of him
he seems like a nice guy
hands out bread for free

Gg

no.thing.ness

I think I've found nirvana
I am nothingness
All I have is my imprint where i stand
i am a shadow of my former self
i am nothingness
all my dreams are dead or dying
how can i keep them from staying alive
how can i feel again
smile again
love again
I am nothingness
too fat for the role
to ugly to love
a boy only a mother could love
i sit back and drink my water
it replenishes my body
it is additional to my nothingness
there are no ways of having my skills come back
it's over now, baby blue
or should i sit back and wait
i will get it if i wait
i promise you
i will run twice a day
go swimming at night and stretch
i am nothingness
watch me go

seat 1

I was sitting my seat and to the left of me was this really wild one from China. She was beautiful and she had a lollipop in her mouth. Distract the men at the table. As she finished her lollipop I began to talk to her. She was open for conversation on poker. Die hard poker queen. I tried to joke around but she wasn't having any of it, so I asked her why she didn't have ring yet. She laughed and showed me 3 rubies on her right hand. I told her to show me her left and she didn't at first. Then all was quiet when i had pocket AA dealt to me and an unknown hand for some hot shot kid that kind of looked like Bradley Cooper from the Hangover movies. I was all in after the flop and he laughed and said "got ya bud". He showed 66 for a set of 6s on the flop then the table roared. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, they announced on my side. Big bad A on the turn gave me some satisfaction. She giggled and we made small talk. She slid the word baby in our conversation and it caught me off-guard. I would agree to it of course. She likes to gamble and we'd make good looking kids.

And that's how i play poker.

proposition 13

Proposition 13 here

get your proposition 13 here

do we each get one vote

so choose it wisely

beer or Shakespeare

i'm dead if you choose beer

no one knows Shakespeare anymore

i need a drink

so i ask for a glass of water and the man in the back said hush

we'll get you a proper drink

i look at my watch and it's half past 3 in some ancient language

everything is spinning

then i hit the floor

hard

it hurt and i was awake

i jumped up and down as my jaw hung from my molars

then i walked to the bank across the road

all i saw was vomit and Burroughs

he asked me for a light 

i shuffled in my pockets and i got him one

he lit a spoon on fire and went back to his ditch

never gave me back my lighter

so i walk in the bank

lay down my wallet on the floor between my feet

and i just lay on the ground until security comes round

nice to meet you i say and they jump up and down

nice to meet you too they replied

then i took their badges and ran

they weren't really fast

so i walked past browsing the stores

everything is so beautiful on James street N at night

mom told me to bring a sweater

i lied and said i did

she drove away

and i fell in love with a barista

Gg