reading #108

AME AND THE TANGY ENERGETIC
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B STREET

friday night coming on

all the singles hit all
the corner stores for
bottles

that was me
in chicago

once i got robbed
walkin home

a knife to my
neck i yelled

take the fuckin booze
its yours!

i was broke anyway
and tired of my life

they left me runnin off
empty shakin
hands beatin
heart

i was thinkin to myself
the bastards! you shoulda got nothin!
now i really feel
alive

rebellion (in)

energies like crickets set up to hum

inside us

when we are young

they speak to us of rebellion

 

work us into our circumstances

fueled by attitudes and opinions

over time got shaped

into beliefs

 

don’t give a damn

 

whether it’s day or night whether

we are tired or hungry

broke or warmly compensated

 

they whip up a storm in us which is honestly

so compelling

 

we cannot resist despite our better judgment

giving a damn

 

we live

we cannot help but live

may be nihilism

i am finding variations on life, between or within days. may be love i experience or pain. may be a cold environment follows the friendly calm of tonight. nestled in my domain listening to chimes and fans beneath the weight of interstellar nihilism.

 

the cat cries out for no reason and breaks my sleep. now I know between these temples. Coca-Cola. the red can got the better of me.

my systems shot like nerves were years ago. I cannot hide. never again.

if friday was

if friday was saturday

the cost of living was an abbreviated attention span and the tasteless smell of green in the back of your throat. the cost of living was a cold brew coffee fueling an organism programmed to turn on itself. the cost of living was an unholy alliance with anonymity, a television you paid the company to babysit for, hours on end in an armchair, and a remote to control you by. the cost of living was free.