I’m gonna write this and perform it. You don’t have to like it.
when in doubt, I’ll flail about,
I don’t even care what comes out.
just so long as something does.
Yesterday’s bus ride was, a real eye opener.
I ride the bus, and think about how I want things to change.
trying to re-arrange,
in my mind,
the obligations I find.
the ones I’m attached to as if they were furniture in my living room.
and pretty soon,
it adds up.
if you do that long enough,
you get sick of all this stuff.
my new occupation is to interact with people, think about what they say, and write it down.
I like to make decisions fast on my feet, if I can
every single choice is like a wager
I’m still seeing tracers from when I was teenager
and used mushroom tea as a chaser.
I remember hitting my head against the wall
It was early fall
I was fifteen
Now I’m nine years clean
Like LMNOP is easy to say it’s easy to see when things start to swing the wrong way.
supposedly everyday is practice for tomorrow
If I could just borrow that,
just cut the fat, cut the sorrow. please? (beat drop out)
pretty please with cheese
cherry on top, down on my knees.
I’ll never judge another muscle tee.
Just love for everyone…
with special sauce on a sesame seed bun.
This is not a joke, I’m not trying to be inapprops, as they say,
just trying to take good notes
soak in, bake, soap on a rope
I got baked then clean so my boat could float.
I’m living in an alternative future
What’s gonna suit ya?
That special edition of the Kama Sutra, getting imported in,
checking in with how the troops are
like shock troops, blood on the tracks,
cock sparers, combat rock, Police On My Back.
I’m done trying to sling tracks.
I’m just gonna rhyme things like
random facts, chill cats, top hats, double laps,
fully infatuated with poetic raps, poly-unsaturaated fats, welcome matts,
search for traps, crap memory lapse.
Podcasts...
lap tops, booby traps, and booty traps.
I’m not trying to be righteous,
but I’m worried that I actually think my opinion is better sometimes.
we can see right through people on the inside, and they can see right through us.
man! what are you talking about?
wake up from the reoccurring dream about your paper route.
you have ‘em too. I’ve never doubted you.
it’s one of those things where there’s not a right or wrong way to do it.
and that’s exactly what I fear.
I’m Afraid to take advantage and use it.
It’s like that other nightmare when you show up to a gig but forgot your music.
And then theres that other one where you’re real high up and afraid of heights
maybe it means something
what could it mean?
like fight the good fight or dream the impossible dream.
the kind of thing that brings you to tears.
like chasing windmills and the Knight of Mirrors.
I’m way too comfortable in this chair.
i feel like I should be sitting on the floor, the ground, the dirt…
but my hand hurts, so maybe that makes up for it.
who cares. I don’t care.
It’s either stand up or lean back
because you see, I need change.
I don’t even care about what it is as long as it’s different.
that’s why it’s fun to be eccentric.
When I’m free I want constraints and when I’m trapped I want freedom.
You know, I’m wearing these glasses, but I don’t actually need 'em.
If I did I’d be wearing contacts.
It’s like we all signed some sort of perpetual contract when we were born,
sworn to never be satisfied
and that’s been ratified since the dawn of human kind.
like that song, Born Under A Bad Sign.
And everyone’s in it
all your heroes are just like you
Jimmy Stewart, King Tut, local government,
poca ball with Raichu, I choose you!
See, I got this feeling
but it’s not just a feeling
that everyone’s together, including your descendants,
and the free wheelin’ Bob Dylan.
Martin Luther King and all Gods children.
You could make a real killings just being nice to folks and meaning it.
even winning the nobel peace prize and redeeming it, in no time.
and of course there’s no time like show time.
because as you know, the show must go on
you must run
not because you’re ready to race, but because they fired the go gun.
Give me some of that confidence and I’ll take this poem and go to Thailand.
Either that or it’s providence and a nap in Rhode Island.
On a hammock,
I'll read a book damn it,
then give you a report.
Choose a life span, long, medium, or short.
short drip, court date, dating, mating for life, long hikes, birthday cake
for goodness sake! don’t make too much sense now.
circumstances extenuating through
me I’m just trying to stimulate you, with words
either your eyes or ears will turn this into an electrical impulse in your brain
it’s a miracle that we can understand what each other are saying.
or what we even mean on a deeper level for that matter.
you know how it is with brain chatter
can’t meditate quick for even two minutes without thinking about getting a shake from Dicks.
this shit is thick.
I need to take a rest
It’s best if I do.
I’m sure you don’t care…
4 solid minutes of free association ranting seems plenty fair.

so far it’s all spoken word…
wondering if I should put a hook style chorus in and sing on it
it’s like the proverb “if you like it then you should of put a ring on it”
and if I do it
then I gotta commit to it.

If you do it, then you gotta commit to it!

my hopes and dreams include inventing a new dance sensation that sweeps the inter-nation
bringing countries together.
I’ll teach the leaders that it’s not needy to want to sign a peace treaty
Because someday, If something along the lines of Carl Sagan’s predictions become a reality
though it’s a rarity, it’s an honest possibility
and then all cultures on Earth will need to stick together in solidarity.
this will be a survival necessity
and of course, some won’t survive,
but the rest of us…
will need to dig down and find the love in our hearts to prevent invading aliens species from getting the the best of us.
Earth will just be our unifying territory
and the blue that separates
will turn into glue that marinates
like a strudel hand grated
with all communication being auto google translated.
Picard would be proud
we’ll store a simulated copy of his conscious brain in the cloud.
a nod to the future
This giant rock just got smaller
like a toy.
haller at your boy if you agree that love is the only way to fight?
that’s what I was talking about right?
unifying human kind as the planet revels itself as being small, overtime
that our entire history takes a spill
a gnarly fall
so, yeah, I guess love conquers all.
just like in the fairy tails
the sweat pickles books and literature on saving the whales.
it’s everywhere if you look.
From Reading Rainbow to Captain Hook
Captain Morgan, Spice Girls, Do The Puyallup,
Holiday Cookies with Chocolate dollops
scallops
basically anything edible because that’s what keeps you alive
and you thrive on humans touch
which takes caring
hair cuts, spare parts,
even broken hearts because they had to have loved in order to be broken apart.
I just felt an emotional surge
What’s that word?
epiphany? hallelujah?
birth doula
hold on, these lists are crazy
maybe
I’m just searching for creativity that’s coming from the same place as a new born baby.