Posts Tagged ‘fun times’


In the middle of the night,
The words come to me,
Some bitter rage,
Some love,
A bit of magical madness,
To keep the road bumpy,
The smooth open road,
Worries the tourists,
They aren’t getting their money’s worth.

Where are we,
In reference to time,
Or to space?
Nobody knows,
Nobody cares,
Is this reality?
I highly doubt it,
Not enough bass,
The fish,
Not the sound,
Who here wants to rock?

We were young,
Full of rum,
A flash of brilliance,
Dampened by reality,
We soon discovered ourselves,
Thrown away,
Giving up for dead,
Reality setting in,
The plugs to be pulled,
Not worth saving,
We’re too cynical,
For a happy world.

We gave up,
We died,
Food for the maggots,
Oh feast for a time,
Dripping from my pen,
Good night…

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You read the sign,
And went on inside,
You didn’t regret the decision made,
You shrugged,
It seemed fine,
A place you’d bring a date?

Hollering over loud clanging knives,
The waitress came,
Her gum snapping in her mouth,
Writing something on a pad,
Even though you hadn’t ordered yet.


They didn’t serve breakfast,
You are dutifully informed,
Not on this cycle anyways.


She says,
Pulling your ear closer to her long alien tongue,
We only serve chicken here.

I’ll have that.

You say, thinking,
Wait, am I allergic to chicken?

I guess you’ll find out!
The waitress coolly hisses,
Slithering back from whence she came.

Is this reality?

I don’t know, it could be.

The life,
My friend,
Of a man,
Is what you see,
Above the ground,
Below the ground,
Turmoil digs,
Buries itself,
Away from sight.

Born to be free,
Dies in chains,
More fucking bills,
Lives his life in misery.

When the worth of a man,
Cannot be seen,
Born in blood,
Forged by fire,
Broken in body,
Spirit to be free.

Lie in the fallow,
Seeking the answers in the mire,
Live to die,
Die to live,
Hoping for nothing,
And dreaming of something,
That dear man,
Is free.

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