A mind

A mind,
Is a terrible thing to waste
A life,
Is a wonderful thing to taste
A face,
Is a lovely thing to know
My dear,
It's time for me to go.

In the hookah bar

What are these,
We humans here?
Dreaming and dreaming
The long lost thoughts and comforts
That once held us there,
But now leave us bare.

Pass me the hose,
I'll have a hit.
It's all I want now.
Not sure I can move.

Can you see the myst
As smoke curls 'round the lamp?
Delicately it curls,
And sneaks away.
Vapidly, it leaves.

A dream I had,
Or dream-like thought maybe:
(It's hard to remember sometimes)
Five I's sat on the pebble beach.
We each wondered which was me
And who was I
And were we we?

The orange taste gave itself to me at first
But my senses can detect it no longer.
Vanille seems the same as any
Though I'm told it's no good.

I demand nothing.
What do you want from my song?
This place is dark,
I would I could stay here
And sleep maybe,
But even dreams cannot satisfy
This null, this empty urge.

Alex draws some girls over there to my attention.
I am piqued for a moment,
They leave though,
And I am again left alone
Left?
By myself anyway.

I may never leave this dark den,
I may never be myself again.
You say it is ten
then:
Yes, I ought to be able to stand
And march back,
If you want.
I don't care.
Nothing matters
In the hookah bar.

Ghosts of flame and fire

Ghosts of flame and fire,
The ashen smoking cone,
Razor thin sheets of paper,
And half-burnt brown strips

The mark is Marlboro
And the label warns of cancer,
Even death(science in short,)
But it should read:
Dogs the dreams
And stains the mind's eye.
Beware
If you try;
Smoke these a while
And you'll see,
Eventually just feel in the roughest sense
The mysteriously black sensation
Of having a cigarette
And awing curiously as it burns slowly with yourself
That you can take twenty times
For five euro.

While sidling into my seat

While sidling into my seat
Hoping I would not be late
Or less than truant any rate
I flinched as I beheld the sound
And reached my chair in double bound
And panicking I looked around
To take account of my surround
Then just as I thought luck ran out
As soon as time had stood its still
I realized I must be ill
For wait it's only Saturday
It's time to go outside and play
To celebrate my youthful joy
I got up out of that bleak seat
And crossed the threshhold right away
And never looked back or astray.

May no one ever take their seat
May no will ever meet defeat
May weekend sun rise every dawn
And reprise every morn to come
'Til dawn gives in to setting sun.

Collaboration

Incense in a flower pot
Aromas burning deep in thought
Sitting, wondering of the day to come
And life to live and memories fun
The days that past and this one here
Starting off a new school year
But slows down smooth with cigarettes
And chinese tea and trainwreck sess
Rocking chairs, Charlie staring
The neighbor sings, peace is stirring
In this crucible we deem life's worth living
Weren't we here just yesterday
This seems familiar, our minds astray
Let smoke rise and drift away
Like world's cares they shock and scream
But all we want to do is dream
And sit and rest and chill awhile
While war abroad kills thousands dead
But lay down your life and rest your head
Flipping through life's fundamentals with
Chronic burning
Tea with handle
If life were as simple as a plaid pair of pants
I think of lines of mold crisscrossed on old and distinguished
House as celebrations continue
We awe at the spectacle of a
Day that would make Pink
Floyd drool aahwoor manelll
I think of a word that doesn't come true
Each second springs anew
Smoke that makes a day go misty
We three blitzed be
Charlie shits freely
ITS ON HIS SHOE
Oh my God not you
There's poo on his shoe
Haduken like Ryu
Construction in the air
The city's fair
The girl with the dirty blonde hair
Is it her, it could possibly be
She ran away from home
She's scared there is no where
To run, should I or not
She lies in the corner
Of her closet, why me?
I have this sick ass
body and my face is
fucking cute
I begin to think this
And slowly run my hand over me leg
My fingers creep up my thigh towards
The curve where my legs press against
Eachother as they lead toward my love
A drop of wetness flows inside me
As I part my pink lips to draw a slight breath
My eyes close
Imagining piano's wisping in the air
Take me away from this place I hate
Saving me from this dire fate
With the boy that stays over late
Dreams come and go
I really want him to know
I'm here for him
I love him so
Why not go farther and see where love takes me
She says
"Let it let my fly
Let it let me cry
As over the land I travel
See all there is and all
There ever was
Through the grassy knolls
As I do caress
I feel a thousand
Year old breeze
As I do peek the trees
He sticks his dick into my ass"
Wait dude what the fuck
There's no dick in my ass no
There's a big black cock in yours though
Ewwww and cum sticky like weed
We smoke oh crazy sess
Light the grass nigga
The chronic lets me forget my worries
This carpet under my feels so furry

We Are All His Prisoners

O'er the dreary plains that beckon yonder
Oh for the time, oh for the hours
For the degradation of the clock to humble itself
O'er and past and through the seasons
Oh where did it all go
Abandoned by the flow
Cruel procession
Oh cruel procession
Stop! I do declare and demand
Pity upon me
Bring her back
Bring me to her or together
Bleary Bleary Bland Bloke bitter
Bind Bound Bud Bowl
Prowl end finish fuck
Disintegration of the whole
When once I held this pen and spoke the foreign tongue
And wallowed in the freedom
Breathed the sea oh salty air
Wandered and who gave a shit
Oh no
Oh no stop now and restart
Over again but more
What more can be had here
Back
Back
Back.
Once

Thanksgiving Walk

"If cigarettes never went out"












"They swim in the air"

A favored Night

Tenir

The moon they say
Float miles away
But seeming near
As if 'twere here

As many things
One wants to grasp
To hold to tight
To safen night
To keep to last

As quiet spring
As blessed day
To fasten tight
But drifts away

As day to day
As leaf to leaf
Eden's grief
But will to stay
Will imposed
For goal today

Could I then
Grab moon for mine
And keep it here
To hold it dear
To covet's shine?

Futility of Expression

This poem tonight
This poem I write
For me it's writ
Though you will read
And I will wonder
Passingly
If when read
A message's said
Can rest assured
Intention's there
Communication
Fire's connections bare
And no truth told
However bold
Breaks barrier
Through plum and peach
Do you I reach?
What difference though
If meaning found
For yourself
In these lines
Take it then
For what you will
It doesn't mind
I'll right here still

A little fire to slick the lips

A little fire to slick the lips
Smoke's essence on fingertips
A pinch of ash falls onto grass
Itchy tongue through smooth mouth slips

Wrap a J and let it burn
Pass it 'round we're taking turns
Is there a light that I can use
Let me show you this trick I've learned

September day means sun shines long
Is it my turn to hit the bong?
Relax yourself and listen to
Spencer's new mix, play track two

Oh life feels good by passing time
I do not care what's yours or mine
I just want to sit here still
Surrounded by atmosphere chill

Pourquoi est-ce que tu fumes?

Sometimes I think I'm the devil,
Sometimes I think I'm christ,
Sometimes I believe the left,
Sometimes I feel right.

Sometimes it's good to be bad,
Sometimes it's nice to clean up,
Sometimes Mom leaves and I perk up
At the idea of smoking.
Sometimes I refrain

Sometimes I feel so full of shit
The government should have me shot.
Sometimes everything makes sense.
Sometimes I am at war,
Sometimes life is a bore.

Sometimes I like Kanye,
And sometimes I like Cream,
Sometimes I like cigarettes,
Sometimes I like Weeds.

Sometimes I love you honey,
But sometimes I want to be free.

One August Night

Dark as deep waters in the cool lone night
I can't see the sun, smoke is my light
Day is my flight:
To turn day into night is my fight

Dew and distinguished in the cool lone night
By silent streets there is no fright
But thick-thinking thoughts, wand'ring with why
And how and would and what went 'wry
Will she find another guy?

Cigar seated smoking on a stone brick flight
The dark, the past, unclear in my sight
And I could, I would, I want, I might
Grab the crescent moon shining so bright
To showcase my might
To prove I am right!

The moon shines so bright on this cool lone night
And what a sight, and what a sight!
'Bove easy breeze on golden grass
And templar trees rocking the mass

Question

I don't own a car
I don't own a bicycle
I don't own furniture
I don't own a dog
I don't own a computer
I don't own a house
I don't own clothing
I don't own anyone
I don't own anything
I don't owe any money
And I don't owe nobody nothin'

Am I free now?

Before the Eiffel Tower on the Hour

Sometimes I feel like I can breathe fire
Like if I let my throat open
My teeth would spark
And fury would burst from my lungs
A conflagration so powerful
Even its own ashes would be consumed
And I would be left alone in that empty setting
And I would exist in pure white space
With my thoughts as pallet
And my mind the brush
And for the first time I could be unspoiled
And free to express myself
Free from judgement
And being so I imagine I would grow a smile
Then dash
And splash and splotch paint everywhere
Then get a big pool of blue and green
And just throw my face in it
Then smear it all over my clothes
And all over the walls and floors and ceilings
And all throughout the air
There would be passion in my nostrils
And shame behind my ears
And bliss between my toes
Then I could be myself
For the first time that would be me there
On a little plot of grass before the Eiffel Tower
As we shone

As wonderful as candy sweet

As wonderful as candy sweet,
Chocolate eclair, or tasty eat,
A quenching drink to soothe the throat
To kill the pain of having thirst,
A happy film where good comes first,
Or horror one where corpses float,
Day at the beach sun bright and high,
Evening stroll 'neath star-lit sky,
Hoighty ball with chandeliers,
At a pub with several beers,
December time with Christmas cheers,
Warmest hugs and friend's embrace,
Remembering her soft sweet face,
Hands in prayer to get God's grace,
Victory in hard-fought race,
The shock of firing a gun,
Chatting with friends over quart of rum,
All these things I love to do,
But none so nice as bong with ice,
As joint as rolled as thick as thieves,
And when it's passed to share the tokes
As just as well as smoked.

The world is a cauldron

The world is a cauldron
We're all of us mixing
And bubbling
And boiling
And burning
Churning
And flailing
At the mercy of the flame

And funny it is that we struggle for security
Stride over the strife the abyss throws at us
With our heads down and singular goal in mind
Overcoming the million obstacles in our paths
Only to find paltry relief in accomplishment
It's these fleeting moments
From which we drain our vigor
From which we sap out every last drop of satisfaction
To keep ourselves nourished for the road ahead
The struggle against the tempest surrounding us all

An Ode to Those Courageous Few

Sing the ode of those courageous few
Who dared to dare
Who feard no thing
Who stayed loyal to their cause
When the world yelled no
They whispered why
They tried it themselves
They made up their own minds
Those brave souls who we now mourn
I look to thee for comfort
And guidance
And rest
Rest.

One ode to those courageous souls
Who deserve many more
Who fought the battles I could not
Who went down swinging
With honor among thieves
I cannot thank you
Nor can I tell you how grateful I am
For everything
For everything you shared with me:
The times
The talk
And now the teeth.
I have no regrets
Other than not singing this sooner.

An Ode to those courageous few
Who made my little life worth living.

Under the Midnight Moon in Our Own Elysian Fields

"The wine is sloshing about in my stomach"
He said then drank.
We sat and smoked,
Each admiring the natural night beauty
Of our own Lacy Park

When we shuffle off

When we shuffle off
To our little castaway corner
We sit down, cross-legged or so
He packs the bowl
I green it
I bathe the bud in firelight
It glows
Red with the fire of all passion
The same passion it saps from our lives
From my life.
Numbed, we disperse, adventuring,
drinking, partying, flirting,
thinking, reflecting, apprehensing,
thinking.
As we inhale, we exhale.
All the love, the friendships,
The trust, the comfort,
Sacrificing the world to dumb down
And mellow out,
To feel good
And to just not care a
bout
anything

When

When a wilted rose falls on the earth painted floor
Of an ancient and tall oak wood unknown
And the breeze lays it gently down
And the low and sinking sun
Holds it there
With buoyant drops of glowing glory:
That is when we will meet again
To continue our eternal conversation
I await that day, dearest companion,
Eagerly

Detox@

my brain is disordered
man
I feel
fu
fuct
fucked I mean
I mean I mean
fucked up I feel
I mean I mean
really shitty
and fucked up

I'm slipping

I'm slipping
Slip sliding
Slippity slidiing
Down the slopes of reality
Into the somber setting
Of their world, their hands
And I'm scared
Of what there I'll find

Yes

With is pants rolled up
And his sleeves rolled down
He rode from afar
To the castaway town
A hill top Hamlet
Praised for its blossoms
And hideaway places for
Bandits and thieves
And horsemen and sailors
And peddlers and princes
Hoof clots on the cobblestone
Mortar sunk
The boy runs out of the carriage
And is unsuspectingly shot

Haiku

slippery sweet lips
lay onto my mouth with ease
let time not resume

Footsteps in the dark hall

Footsteps in the dark hall
A bootbeat heard by all
But mostly the faithful
Bound in chains and awaiting
Their only relief is hoping
Their only life is hoping
They hear the boots
And they know the righteousness,
The redemption is near.
Footsteps beating over a granite grey aisle
A hero born to take this walk
Salvation from through oak doors
And across the long arched hall
Black boots beat
And there are no feet at all,
It's the shoes of that man
That are stepping.

In marijuana heaven

In marijuana heaven
The chamber's never clear
The girls dont wear clothing
And the cops aren't there to fear

In a paradise called potland
Shit need not be stashed
Kush is sold at 4 a gram
And trainwreck makes you crash

The potheads wave and say hello
They make you feel at home
Not unlike the bitches do
When they give you dome (which is constantly)

It's a place called Terra Soma
Where the fireplace burns green
Where the beach is but a minute's walk
And not but sun is seen

Away, away, take me there!
I want to leave this place
I want to smoke that green green grass
That puts a smile on my face =)

Production

It's what makes the world go 'round,
The spinning cogs and wheels of time well spent.
All it takes is one man to increase his output,
And the standard is raised.
The working man works harder to earn the same wages,
And his son yet harder,
And the black efficiency,
The Nazis,
The machines conquer.
Productive is the adjective suitable to describe modern man,
The suburban joe with aspirations of grandeur,
But work doesn't mean riches,
Money makes money
Not labor,
So all Johnny Punchcard is left with
Is productivity:
The rotten fruit of success
In the modern age.

Wherein Art Thou, Christians?

Where dare I ask
In this wicked world,
These shreds of cruelty
Woven together by
Crude laws of man's morals,
Where is the holiness,
The justice, the love
That all our hearts are made to need
But all our pride's are sworn against?

Untitled

subconscious-
must be:
A beech sways in the breeze
against the sky azure,
peace though.

Dust is the feeling dry

Dust is the feeling dry
As desert winds pass crost our city.
Clouds loom high and still an easy 90.
The Mojave breathes:
In
Out
Off, scratching the concrete scab
Healing the sore,
Green skin will grow again it warns.

Owen died to populate this place
But nature like its grey-trunked beast remembers;
Time refreshes the land.
Despite: deserts will be deserted.
Alone and empty, void.

Moby's Porcelain Our Theme

What say we change?
Abandon all recourse and track
(The road was mud anyway)
Back to the living I think
Crash crash hit strike smash
What are you and what do you know?
Say it anyway
Anyway
Whatever,
Stupid is artificial
Everything is green-golden
A person and people, we thought;
Unity is clair
Morning sunrise and evening star
Together
Friend
Love
Right
Is life

My eyes are dripping red and fire

My eyes are dripping red and fire
From the dip I dared into the smoldering bowl
To make chase after a broad-grinned goblin
I call tomorrow.
The toe I poked turned into plunge
And ventured to the edge of tolerance
And never has the world shone smaller since.
To say what is our purpose then
If dipping dope becomes our when
While tripping out to psychic tunes
To dream of distant soft sand dunes

(And drift between the tell-tale fumes)

Floating 'twixt now and anywhere
the motto is "we have no care"
Stroll 'round in your underwear
Raise your sign and do declare
To fight to keep your special place
And vow to protect her gentle face
So that one day there will be more
Than headache banging and throat sand sore.

Do not let your troubles thrive

Do not let your troubles thrive
But take your loverly to bed
And hold her hand and stroke her head
And keep her close to touch instead

Where between the moon-drenched streets
Lies what thinkers would call dry peace?
No matter how many blocks I stroll
A hole remains inside my soul

A man is a rock against a river

A man is a rock against a river.
At first he fights the flow,
He shouts no,
Then asks why and erodes.
Then goes.

A liar lit his head on fire

A liar lit his head on fire
To see if a lie could save him from the flame,
But fate had no remorse,
The light consumed his brain.