Holding on Tonight

Things are better off this way
    Babe, if you just play
            A little butt here, and maybe some K
                Y you ask me
                    What with the jelly,

  Babe, just remember,
      I want to rub your belly

To Amy: From Edgar to Tim; Johny was our Wood

astral slave

 the violence and the poison
while mistaken
 a bacon shot
and a cobain forgotten

 tell me about you
how head hangs low
child of agless
 18 and shaken

in your head you're dreaming
of a fight you're not winning
 with bombs and their guns
in your head, the word dying

2.

slow drifting now, how agless again child
heart is taken, while men mistaken
their violent causes with silence
and still a child shaken

3.
a syndrome to cure, and a prison to beat
walls with bricks, and fists still fighting
society turns it back on you, and
 still you're so
  isolated

4.

zombies now coming for the attack
while demons left grade school
schizo pills and lithium for the effect

5.

oh now, how the crain is with the berry
like a raisin hidden in a fudge sunday
with a toy car in the side

#SuckItBitches

she bitches about what?

a decade of riding cars and passing lanes
a motorcycle trip and men to blow thru
telling me im very lucky for the life i lived
while i see a woman who needs no one
 to hold on to

she cries of never having a life to live
   or friends to be with, or even smiles to give
and yet i see her in video after video
  living a life i want to live

she cries for what
of what i don't know
a decade on disability and a parent's bedroom
while she got fucked just to show

she thinks she's better than me
than acts as if she's the one with
a cross to bear

making a film for herself and then trying
to tell me she's jealous
as if honesty was her strong suit

some stay hungry, some just homeless
at she has a mansion singing woody guthrie
as if she's earned the right to know america
when some sit in gutters

at least i know where her mind wanders
and where her heart is at most times
a paycheck is what she needs
still im the one asking why?

Anal (3)

 Her stink all over it, this I gave to you

   Last nite, the ride, so smooth for a joy
     Yet lubed for pleasure...

  She rides it with the rhythm, the bounce
 and the joy, to me she gives this
up...

And I merely, the butt...

The Best Girl

a little bit of poison in me, the chew you see, just a bite to some, but for me, just a view

I'm Stoned, So Stoned (ii)

the image says it all...

Pretty in the gap

     came a time, when this star fell in my mind
   the very hurt my soul!
the worst thing she brings: a tap and a ring
                            reminding me...

of my own ghost...