Peppina and I badassing around Brooklyn. #cursedchildren
Made of arrogant chakras
Misaligned with vague dreams
Lied to by operas
Fell in love with Jim Beam
Keep pins beneath my toenails
To learn to stop kicking walls
Tired of following trails
I've been something I'm not since I became something at all
Birthed into a vat of fermenting wheat and persistently wasted
Perpetually bent on dumping gasoline on the strongest...
The uneven room spins lightly like a hollow globe filled with christmas lights. Neither her nor there could stop the tumble now. Alpine outlines in the storefronts like silhouettes...
You can't kill what is already dead
You can't wonder what's left in my head
The best rivers end in the lake
With bodies of men whom you just couldn't shake
Floating like paper dolls on...
1) If you had to pick one song to listen to on repeat for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Either "Natures" by Being As An Ocean, or "A Night At The Spleen" by Closure In...
There's a creek beneath the hill
Where I could wade if I chose
Where I could drink up my swill
It's the color of your clothes
And forgotten I would be
As I'm forgotten as I am
Synthetic apparitions rising
Like ghosts and vapors all
Into the steam of the sun
Heat is leaving with the fall
Suspended by ankles
Above pools in the stream
Letting in just enough light
I wish they'd stop calling me a poet
I've written nothing of merit
In the bowering shade of worthless shit
Never painted a pretty picture
Didn't make anything worth a damn
I wish they'd...
Someone, somewhere, is yelling
You may not hear it, but they are
And somewhere, there's a joke being told
Tips finding their way to the jar
I walked through Carroll Gardens