insomnia is the bane of my existence. i stay up for days, sick to death with the fear of what the dark may bring…stream of conciousness chicken scratchfvgde
i like to write…i hem and haw over which words to use, each one a juicy fruity gem
There’s bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet….no matter how, swiftly u flee, or how far afield you go
always remember that we all have bones beneath our skin;
a skeleton dwells in every man’s home
beneath the dust and sweat and love that hangs on all of us,
there’s a dead man who’d kill to get out
there will always be a few things……..usually several things
that you’re gonna find really difficult to forget, nevermind forgive
i’m gonna commandeer the last socially acceptable pariah
and christen him, no, appoint him to be my mouthpeice, he’ll use an aggravatingly, uneccasarily loud microphone and scream my sins from upon high, just what’s been going on will ring through the valleys brutally; and all the neighbors, and the neighbors’ neighbors, being faithful to there form, will shake their empty heads, and wag their bony fingers in all the wrong directions, but by day break we’ll be gone
we know gone intimately, it raised us
our mothers have been absent
since the day rome was founded
she played hookey the day young Bobby Civilization reaped his first paultry haul of sickly wheat and hasnt been seen since……in the darker corners of sour whiskey hovels you may hear tell of a note she might’ve left……….
but no one could read what she wrote
we’lll throw a mad party if she ever comes home, and invite the living bhudda
jesus’ diplomat dictated some official correspondence; addressed to myself and Mussolinni, mercenaries followed the silk road, conqured the most treacherous tracks of it, and this is what it said;
‘There’s gonna come a day when you’ll feel better.
You’ll rise up nice n easy (like the hair dye) on that day
you’ll float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
just when that day is coming, who can say? can you say?’
it slightly brought me down….alot
HE could say, he’s just being a fickle franny…
So i’m gonna get myself in fighting trim
scope every angle of unfair advantage
i’m gonna bribe the officials
i’m gonna kill all the judges
and still it will take me years and years to recover from all of the damage
my mother has been absent, ever since i founded rome
but there’s gonna be a party when this lamb comes home