You cried out in your sleep last night, steel toe boots doing dances in your head. It’s raining now and no one cares. Palmetto trees stand guard outside. He died last night, actually at 7:45 this morning. Will you cry? Will you?
– Scott C. Holstad Famous Quote
angry, violent, bizarre, we’re obscene in our lust, oblivious in our pain. i’m a man driven by my passions. sometimes I desire normalcy but then my brain wakes up and i return to reality.
spent some time gittin juiced on the junk you know and the poems would come thick and black, coffeelike, a little bitter you know and when the pores started jiving and all it'd be time to git on down and groove, let the words flow forth, try not to suffocate, live one more day.
we dream of peace and tranquility, the day when we no longer despair but our self-imposed angst cannot be avoided. we can't run. it won't go away. the noises i hear in my hell are very real and i'll continue to exist in an interested sort of anguish, looking for bloodstains on acid free sidewalks.
we sweat through our doldrums somehow, sheer insane boredom; society can no longer focus and my poems keep drying up and blowing away.
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