Somewhere in the distant past,
up ahead
The remnants of a deprecate jazz band
echoes fleetingly in and out of bottles
Recollect on the poetry he etched across the clouds
While someone new kisses my breasts

Dead roses in pretty vases
Decorate black bedrooms
Where sweet virgins were slain upon
dirty sheets



Pity

Nuclear, hybrid, tasty water molecules falling
like Indonesian babies

I can't quite remember what he said before he left
but it was something like,
"Keep the cold in and you'll be immune to a frozen heart."
Strawberry sweetness put the red in my rainbow
Or maybe the extra maraschino cherry's they put in my drink

It's so difficult to remember
Even harder to forget

A bladder full of mistakes
Only mourned by faded flowers
That try to swim but drown in puddles
There is no where else, everything
has that echoing scent

"Good evening, we would like to welcome you to the battle! On this end, we have anonymous musician #1 playing his rendition of Harlem Nocterna.
On the other end, anonymous musician #2 playing some long forgotten swanky song from the 20's. The choice is yours folks, who gets the depreciating pocket change?
Let the fight begin?"

Saxophone soundtrack of Balboa Park
Traces through my Temporal lobes
As I try to logically organize
All my sad thoughts
But it only rains
And now I hear only drops
Like music notes depicting remorse
Hugged by the cold
calm after the storm



Turbulence

With no room in the sky
he drew me a rainbow on the street
with only black oil

I can't seem to remember anything before LA
I guess that's how consciousness works
or disease
left in dresser drawers
next to condoms,
and dreams

The light shakes when the door is slammed
Just like my body
Connecting the freckles on my shoulders
with pins

Tell me Oracle, what do you see this time?



"I see great pain in your future."

Splendid, I guess then it's time for a drink, would you care to join me? Anyone?
Meet me at Lestat's for a cup of coffee
Or we could go get a few beers and waste away where ever we so travel

They found the body wrapped in an
American flag
with a note
that said

"This is what freedom buys you."
And now the Earth is putrid



I'd rather be on Maggie’s farm

Johnny stares at me
If only he could speak
But the poor boy is just an image
transparent as the air is forced into
Brass instruments....

We keep coming back to this don't we
Ringing around Rosie as she squeals in delight
or is she screaming in pain?

"Well hunny, I say why don't we take a trip on the Dawn Treader, we can sail to the edge and back where the water is as pure as light"

Too bad this rain is radioactive
And it makes no difference when the light is shut off



Funny

There's no use for four leaf clovers in this town
There's no use for prayer
Question every neuron of my being
You'll find only excuses

Betray the wind with
Cacophonous lies
or an imagined nuance to
Cover up?

He tried to cover it up with sprinkles
but it still smells like Castor
Four pages of nothingness and all there is to show is
Another tired poet
That just speaks tongues

"The future is only the scathed remnants of the past."
Or the polluted wastelands of Indecency

I don't remember the last time it rained this much
So I'll have a taste
and a listen
Quietly take my umbrella and
leave this place




Forgotten.

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