rant bam=bu

There is no form so
Don't preach me no formula
THEY do not believe in that bullshit
THEY just want to be heard
They don't voice a comma
or know a compound
They could care...
so just carry on, they tell me
hell it's all I can do to keep up
They prefer to work the night shift
No sense of time on that side
Tap me on the shoulder
say wake up, you're late
shoulder the load
sally forth soldier
stay awake you're late
Where the bloody hell
where you been, mate?
Yack, yack....the voices snap
they all want to be heard
I want to tell it
it needs to be told
Let me speak
Just keep up
You don't need the sleep
Stay awake! Stay Awake!
Tap away!
Come on!
Tap away just as we say
Are you getting this?
Or is it slipping away?
Ha, ha! That's what I thought!
...who found this moron?
Word count?
Absurd amounts
Words count
Absurdity mounts
The chorus Doesn't care
Not a scintilla
New words
Screw words
need words
would love to know
a more mellow flow
but, no...
they simply
spew words
Type, you bastard, type
Voices loom
in the dark corners of the room
Keep up
Don't drift off
You can make up for it tomorrow
....But I can't, not really
It's a BS conspiracy
A poor joke played on me
They know what aspiration
Inspiration
Or
Inspired lunacy means to me
(lunacy requires no justification)
I do not prattle on, THEY do!
I just write what they tell me to
And if you don't like it
they say...
You know what to do
With your forms
your Form
your formulas -
"Fungool!"
that's what they say
That's them talking
Not me
So go ahead
fire away
let the last voice speak
if you've anything left to say
We're quick
to kill messengers
Less messy that way
Anyway...

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STEALING FROM FAMILY

You know it was like the blues. It was. Cliché or not it was what I got, and what I got was the blues.

The regret was real, like stealing from your own family. Like robbing a grave. Like cheating on your wife, then blubbering teary-eyed as you confess to some vague trolloping...

afraid of losing you... my only anchor....now set adrift. 

I miss my Mother. 
My father?....

                        (some)

I stood without a choice, or a chance. It was colliding. There was pain from the beginning. Sometimes dull, sometimes sharp, but a pain, nonetheless, no one to blame pain, the dull kind. You play with the pain you live with every day.

I had just enough time to catch the bus downtown and not be late for work. Nothing special, just a gig. A gig I needed but was having serious thoughts of leaving. How could I be doing that when I am broke without it? And yet, I grow restless easy and tonight was an uneasy night. So instead of chasing the bus, I let it roll, then took a stroll down the boulevard...past three, maybe four, bars, but was oblivious...until this one.

I had eight bucks on me, and a paycheck due in two days. I was rollin'.
I'll catch you inside.

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untitled - teethy

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Kitchens closed

How in the...

          how in the...

               How In The...

                              HELL!!!!!

        ...do I go on?

It's just a skip to oblivion

and I can smell 

the cooking from here

dinners waiting

and I'm starving

sure to never

have another square

if you can you spare me

please spare me 

and throw me a dime

can you please

just don't have time

kitchens closing

and I don't got mine

kitchens closed

....kitchens closed!

...but if it's closed,

then why the goddamn line?

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Shadow's Scream

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Can't Win

You know the storm is coming

the storm comes every day

masks come off at sunset

then there's hell to pay

mild as still waters

for moments-at-a-time

but built-up she reaches boiling

not bottled inside
flash
cork pops
can't win, 
come sunset

the wrath of a thousand cretins

howling in her head

no room for hollow excuses

while dealing with the dread

shriek your witches' howl

bay at the fading moon

matters not the reason

the end will be here soon

dear lord...

the end will be here soon.

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