an unfortunate (sound)

i don’t mind

sure i feel bad for the kids
decked in flippers
and snorkels

waiting for the
green light

a pipe burst underground

inky liquid came to
surface by the pool

i never swam here
but i lived here

and
came to consider the gurgle ofa filtration

system gone sideways a rather

unfortunate

sound

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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

city and music of

was america was
chicago was life worth
working for ina cross
road. you and me and any one
fought through the seasons
the vocals the
exhaust
the steam of whistling
industry
i could feel the touch
the warmth beneath your voice
in a cold world

a hot world
you could shout you could scream
you would have to
to be heard
then the aftermath the streets
the faces ina diner
ina hard won heartfelt
part of town

mocha skin tones made by
sun and genes
cream and sugar and
coffee black
where noise is music
toasting broken hearts and
dishes and bottles. you woke me up
i can feel you today thousands
of miles away

i can laugh
i can cry ona dime ina city
and the music of
noise
i was and wasn’t
there

go

i spoke up for somebody

no one wanted to
listen
they had lodged their
beliefs. the ones huddled
in the cold waiting their turn
at a room got turned
away
i was left shaken
almost defeated
unable to defend
a friend
where do i go
when the system fails?
where do i go
i go home i drink tea i
read books i i i i pray i
get lost in my thoughts i
do not wanna care
go
go anywhere
you and me we
exist

anaesthesia

zombies of tv and the infomercial
take a back seat

automobiles full
of real people
gossiping

auction off humor
to the cheapest bid ina

captive audience

just drive
show some fucking compassion
please

if you drove like you speak
someone would be dead
in the road

daydream #k

i dreamed of a jump
off a balcony
before
i got a key
to a gate
to a pool

now i can
get wet
the way they want me
to get wet
civilized
like

then if i make it
up quickly and
indoors
i can lie
down
on the couch
by the window

watch the waters turn
my ceiling into a light
show
and daydream
some more
through vertical
blinds