"Hey, hold on, let me ask you a question; what's the first thing you remember? No, I mean what is the first thing you remember? No I mean what was the very first thing you ever found in your head? How long were you alive before you were done being dead? What was your very first memory? Was it the opposite of a cemetery? No think harder, what was your very first memory? Ok. Now, what brought you here from there? A mother's coo or a deity's prayer?"

I am never bored, and I can talk like this
because I know what its like to be punched in the mouth,
and laugh at my striker through a fat lip lisp
infected and inflected with the tones of the south.

Uh huh.

We'll always hate each other to some degree,
because you think all that I have has been gotten for free.
So I'll laugh at you for looking down on me,
assuming hard work never gives way to a lazy kind of creativity.

Uh huh.

And as we get off work your objective is clear,
interests lie in blue jeans and light beer.
And as we get off work I've got nothing to fear,
rapt in consummation unattained but always drawing near.

Uh huh.

You are always bored, I hope you drown in piss,
you paid your doctor for prescriptions declaring "live like this."
We're all looking for an easy way to best spend our time on a daily basis,
So dear friend I'm sorry to say worrying boredom has got you locked up today,
locked up and yearning for status stasis. At least you've covered your bases.

Uh huh.

A Draft

I KNOW A GIRL WHO DON’T TAKE NO CHANCES
SHE BARELY SPEAKS, AND CAN HARDLY DANCE
I KNOW A BOY WHO CAN’T READ NO PAGES
SAYS HE RELIES ON THE ROCK OF AGES

IT MAKES ME LAUGH, THE WAY THEY SCOFF
BELIEVE THEMSELVES TO BE MYSTICAL SAGES
IS IT THE PAIN OF WORK THAT PUTS THEM OFF?
I KNOW ITS FEAR THATS PUT THEM IN THEIR CAGES.

HOW LONG WILL IT BE TILL STILLNESS GETS OLD
& CHILDREN STOP GLARING ZERO KELVIN COLD
FAY AFFECTATIONS WILL ONLY GET DREAMS KILLED
& THE LIFE IN YOUTH’S CUP WAS BUILT TO BE SPILLED.

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO SUCK LIKE YOU?
TO CHOKE AND SPIT, ON THE THINGS YOU WON’T DO?
NEW GREEN BURNS AND ASHES PULL THROUGH
IF YOU’RE NOT CAREFUL THEN TOMORROW MIGHT TOO.

I MET A MAN WHO CAN’T TELL TIME
AN EIGHTH OF A SECOND COSTS AT LEAST A DIME
HE’D LET A LUCKY GIRL COME OVER
A BLOW JOB, HE’D LET HER CRY ON HIS SHOULDER.

GOOD LUCK GIRL, CONFUSED IN THE MORNING
WHEN THE DIME PIECE MAN CONFESSES STORIES ARE BORING
SURPRISE SURPRISE, SURPRISE SURPRISE
NO ONE KEEPS A GOOD LUCK GIRL

SHE’LL WALK HOME AND IN THE MIRROR
SEE AN UNFAMILIAR FACE, AND WONDER
“WHY?” AND MAY BE SHE’LL CRY.
AND MAY BE SHE’LL CRY.
SHE DOESN’T KNOW SEX MUTES A NEW FRIENDS THUNDER

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO SUCK LIKE YOU?
YOU REALLY THINK THERES NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE?
THERES STILL LOTS OF WORK TO DO,
IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN YOU’LL NEVER FIND THE RIGHT GROOVE.

PAID A STRANGER TO HOLD MY PLACE IN LINE
TOOK MY MONEY AND ALL MY TIME
TO TRACK HIM DOWN AND ASK HIM WHY
THE NEWLY TRUSTED LEAVE ME HANGING DRY.

I SAW A PATTERN GROWING IN THE FIELDS
CROP CIRCLES NEVER SEEM TO YIELD
THE PAYOFF OF CORN GROWN IN STRAIGHT ROWES
JUST GIVE UP ON FASHION, IT’S ONLY CLOTHES.

PLEASE JUST RELAX WHOEVER YOU ARE,
PATIENCE IS KEY, SUCCESS CANNOT BE FAR,
BALLS TO DRIVE MAY BE DRIVEN WITH ANY CAR,
OR CLUB, DON’T KILL OLYMPIC DREAMS AT THE YOKELS’ BAR.

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO SUCK LIKE YOU?
BELIEVE WHAT EVERY SYCOPHANT SAYS IS TRUE?

I need your support.

http://www.gopetition.com/online/35088.html

I haven't posted anything in a very long time... Thats because I've been writing an rewriting a number of things over and over again. I've got this need to write a boat load of poems about burnt out buildings, abandoned midwestern downtown avenues, and women trapped in relationships they got into when they were 17 and their husbands weren't alcoholics.

I don't know why I have this compulsion, but I am very glad to have it. I assume it has something to do with no longer feeling very sorry for myself. I feel that 2009, and the small amount of poetry I produced in its last half, were the result of retaining too many impulses and not acting on my values and talents. How does one defeat depression? I don't know, all I know is that sometimes dropping out of school twice can be helpful, even if your grades are O-K.

Also, if you ever find out that someone you helped out in the past failed to ever recognize that you had a hand in their brief successes, and subsequently spent 2 years lying to you about robbing a business where you helped them get a job...? Well may be you could forgive them if you can find a way for them to show you they've changed... But what if their story changes every time you hear it? In that case, go ahead and spend a brief week selling that motherfucker down the river in every way you can. After you've made your knowledge available to all concerned parties you can go ahead and make sure you keep the hell away from them. They do not deserve anything from you. Actions such as this will also lead to inner peace and happiness.

I know there's no rest for the obsessed
So I charm preoccupations until they're gettin undressed
Once abstractions are naked I'm always hard pressed
To remember what was curious about stressing so furious
Over and over and over and over again
Digging what was buried, digging what was trend
Its no crime to want but its a shame to pretend
That its something when its not
I'd rather not chase things so easily forgot
Like when I got them caught in a lie
When I'm not the mote in they eye
Like when I got them caught in a lie
Know I'm not guilty of not havin tried.

I know there's no rest for the obsessed
But when all I wanna hear is fault confessed
Takes a second to remember can't squeeze water from stone
So I'll ask a happy liar to please just leave me alone.

Giovanni Wrote the first verse. Draft of a song.

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All of the time
I’m sorry that I hurt you when I get out of line
words have no meaning without rhyme

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All of the time
I’m sorry that I hurt you when I get out of line
I’m sorry this and sorry that, and lately sorry’s fallin flat
took a while to tell you that
But of course I’m sure you’ve realized that
I feel sorry that I’ve turned sorry into a crime
Now words have no meaning without rhyme

I’m sorry that I’m sorry
All the gosh darn time
I’m sorry that I’ve bastardized
This useful adjective
Now you’ve found
Now you’ve found I’ve made it into some freakish noun
I am, I am, I am, I am sorry*8
I’m sorry about the way that word just sits on the air,
Stinking up your life with it is just unfucking fair
An excuse I use all the time
Like some apologetic recidivistic slimeball covered in slime
Stinking up the room with the same old words that I use all the time.

Dog Shoe Blues (6am Tuesday)

Old man coming down the side of the road,
Got a bone in his hand and a dog by his shoe.
I’ll tell you buddy, thats whatcha gotta do
When you aint got a penny for no dog food.
Gotta save you a bone from that chicken that yah stole,
Gotta carry that piece to keep that dog at your sole.