so long to
They made religion
to help you get used to the prisons,
to help you get used to man-made hell
in the form of enclosing metal.
To be as content as a cat,
I’ve often thought of that.
Happiness is a warm puppy
Charlie Brown said to me
but my cat Rusty
And then I made 2 train tracks on my forearm
jerked off 1 time
slept for 12 hours
'til 5 PM
then went out with a girl once
told her how hard it is for someone 21
to meet anyone
then 7 days later she tells me
she went on 3 dates with a guy
one and a half times my age.
Cutting through my scars
with a thin turkey knife,
to the grimes playing
on my computer
and the myrrh burning
on my nightstand
and the cat laying
next to me in my bed
helps ease the pain.
I thought she was like my lucky/unlucky number
and I was right.
I made a bet my heart couldn’t handle.
Ain’t nothing wrong with moral questions;
and betting naturally accompanies it.
My goal was not to defeat the dignity of humanity.
My goal was to amaze myself with the use of another.
And can you tell
communist in Quebec
in their struggle for a march to amaze me.
I performed a burglary and there were cops shot by the irony
of the gun-shaped hand at the end of my arm.
I put the gun to my head because I realized
what a waste
It’s the early signs of the same thing.
It all started at monroe park, the city
of Richmond: now an emptied nest
craving for something,
the place I live.
I am willing to leave it.
I thought she was smaller than anyone who expects the opinions of volition.
But she was much larger than that and my mind became multidimensional.
"I’m back in 3-d" I said to me,
"Some of us grounded not long, we’ll be,"
and I said to her
"Hey, I’m david oh and I’m giving away forever."
Sometimes it rains without a screaming, pooping, vomiting baby
and I am living in the process..
When they close the roads, they gonna miss you.
And I’ll have a bus terminal illness.
I’m going to justify a cat
only because you purr so loud.
or maybe as eagles:
an attempt to unite in the sky.
Or an attempt to come to die.
You’re a slut and a flower God.
But rules feed on a tropical level.
And as I roll this
Eazy Motherfucking J
I realize it is
strange love indeed, lol.
But ain’t nothing wrong,
ain’t nothing wrong,
ain’t nothing more
and it’s unfortunate but I used to pull a lot of women
but now mine
is only loneliness
But tonight will be nothing but pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy.
I think I’m not the way.
I think you’re not getting away forever.
I think I’ll float.
And while THE WORLD
IS an irradiated wasteland,
I don’t wanna cure, no.
I’ve spent the profitable endurance of happiness.
And I don’t feel so high.
But LET’S NEVER forget to die.
Never forget to stand with a slight moral tinge to find money.
And never forget the night I poured orange extract alcohol onto the mindbj kush.
And you ask why do I even write this poem.
Oh maybe I refuse to accept the dismantling of you.
Or maybe I am in the sky
Or maybe I am a question to her head.
I choose rotting away
at the flower bringing.
And in this judgement there is the perfect day
when I deactivate/reactivate
keeps SETTING EVERYTHING