Saturday, 26 December 2015

chilly

so im bouncing down the avenue
need some raisin bran
can't shit for weeks
people believe this shit, shucks
i'm still the man you brought me to be
eating the crash, smoking the doob
south africa is my friend
with a bump on his head
mouthing words to get it all right
done okay
done okay
gone, shit
all these ladies live for the rap
i live so i don't do crap
and crap where i eat
and the shit is food
all inclusive what you expect
there must be gold
find it in my tooth
bling bling
such a silly thing
dessert for breakfast
no girlfriend today
i look through my glasses, see it rise
in my easy bake oven
chilly can't compromise
they take his deals
cut them up
the will to power is all he's got

sweet tart

i got a bun in my hair
brother said beware
whatchu want from me
let it be
so i bust a cap
a sweet tart
makes the sugar feel me breath
go in my sweet tart
make my baby get all sweet tart
then i take her to bedroom
more sweet tarts
she takes off her panties
more sweet tarts
i get on the floor
we leave open the door
an asshole i be
my prick in her now
need more sweet tart
off her teat
yum yum
brother knock on the door
opens it up
get the fuck out
no more sweet tart

Aphrodite

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite, don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby, baby please don't let me fall

Mona Lisa, baby girl
don't make me, i'm gone away
leave it to me to find the way
I love you so, the lightningbolts, Naruda say so, (say so, say so so)

Mona Lisa, I love you
in the trenches, a young Jew
I look at your picture as the mortars hit the sand
I look in your eye, you made me a  man

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite, don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby baby please don't let me fall

Queen Elizabeth, mark my words
I've almost been neutered, a nut to a squirrel
the end is near and my shoulder is sweeping
the sweat on my hands makes me kinda queasy

Queen Elizabeth, pushing me to the gallow
the hang man there with his rope
finding pills on the floor, must be dope
another lever takes my fall

Aphrodite, can you hear my call
Aphrodite don't let me fall
Aphrodite, do you hear the call
baby baby please don't let me fall

Monday, 30 November 2015

dave and darren

I don't even know where to begin.

Dave and Darren are real

Dave created it for me, smile, everything
and Darren was what i thought he would be.

FWD was the magazine.

I don't know how to explain what just happened.

Dave Parkinson III

in the town, where i was born

the land of the free
the lights at my door
the finger on my hand
the tools in the room
what room
your room
do you want milk
i can help you find it
3.5%
it's okay we can still be friends
but it goes both ways
left and right then left again
wondering
wishing
thinking
how to accomplish this task
there's three storylines to approach
how should i adapt it
escape the asylum
laughed off stage
crying yet laughing
tears of a clown
no more clowning around
shine your teeth up
giggle a little
hand stands and makeup
this will give them a thrill
or is it the circus
3 for 3
just give me my nitrous oxide
and i'll see you very well
lightbulbs flashing, taking pictures of latitude
kiss on the cheek
dancing cheek to cheek
don't get cheeky
to the land you live
silence is loud
please don't laugh at me
or me
or me
or me
or me
or me
especially him
himself as one
crying in the shadows
hey thats a nice coat
purple and green
he just do what he please

Sunday, 29 November 2015

three chances over airwaves

yo yo gage was right in his comfy chair
blonde as in mister what has he done
for the madsen is a poet and actor and a family man
pumped gas all day, walken in the rain
first time no good it ain't frozen out, 1st try
second time not right, kill bill volume 1 times too many
but three
lucky three
ask the idiom
the third times right
ask the character man named Budd

Friday, 27 November 2015

intrepid thoughts in a tough time

i found myself hanging from a tree this morning while I was drinking coffee. I shouldn't drink coffee, for the effect on my nervous system becomes mixed. I don't  know whether to smile or frown.

i found myself buried in the grass, under a tombstone of an iguana i once had. His name was duh iggy and i always called him ziggy. I'm sure he could have played that guitar. and then we bitched.

The line changed at starbucks at a moment when my being was confused. unable to react,  unable to think and the performance was lousy. the critics were there and i cried. but i think i found sarah. she knows it too.

everything is blurry and the tears encompass my eyes. I fought with my mom about dumb things, over dramatically but i love her. i don't know what to think about anymore

my brain is tired my soul dissipated when nick wasn't there. i hear everything but i don't think i have the role yet. i just need a vacation from studying. you have your reading week and i have mine. i actually read that week.

missed another important cue. doctor with his wife and kids, i missed cadence. again, pet semetary. I am now Hugo's Frankenstein and I can't give up yet.

like people say, will you work for no money and continue the practice. I will live like a goat and as long as i can give back to the city I can and will. when is this possible.

all my friends are above me  spirit. i am my own friend. and it's beginning, the rain. Vertov I believe. we can film in Hamilton and i can cast the characters while the ending will be written as so it goes. 3/4 of material then 1/4 of improve. pure Godard.

i don't have the equipment, but i have the ideal, the vision, the grasp in my hand.  and then i get depressed and hate myself.  everyday is different. and i sleep when i can. but why hide. hyde ng.

i'm on the encyclopedia of health and whatever king or Nietzsche I have lying around. I would love to play Friedrich or Einstein. I just need to get out. I'm on mars and need to react with the team.

and if you're reading this, this is my 21 post in november, blackjack as the weather lady said. what else, oh, i was sitting in the coffee shop right in front of a sticker that said come and i just couldn't leave. pop culture at it's finest. misunderstood in the moment. deliberation in the reflection.

to mad to speak, so I must howl.


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