My eyes
heavy but the
lids won't shut,
my mind busy
because my brain
wants to fuck, I
really don't want sex,
I think I just...I think
I just want to go to
sleep and my brain
knows a good pounding,
a tussle in the bed would
release melatonin, have me
stretching and yawning....
I think its funny, I can be
sleepy at work but
wide awake in my
bed...someone once
told me just turn the
lights out and stare at
the ceiling until
you fall asleep, it
makes sense...I
haven't tried it,
well I did one time,
it worked, maybe
I should try it
again, or maybe
I should down
this bottle of gin!
I don't have a bottle
of gin, it just rhymed...
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
My Youth
In DTLA around 6:45 p.m. inside of a dark bar, candles lit, lights low when she came up and said...
"My Youth was
better than yours"
said the young
woman."Was" I said?
"Yes" she said. So
you're not young
any more? Your not
filled with vigor,
willing to damage your
liver...your youth is
past tense? She
replied "No" So
why the use for was?
(Sticks her tongue out)
"You know what I mean."
No I don't. I'm grown,
I'm 31, I've made
mistakes and when I
do something again, I
repeat them knowing,
you on the other hand,
make mistakes because
you're still growing,
you at the age of 20
something "don't give two shits"
me at 31, I really don't give
a shit, but I'm still
young enough to act
stupid but know
when to quit. My
youth is filled with
different scenes,
drunk off wine in art
galleries, trying to
decipher if this
abstract art speaks
to me, pass the
joint, change my vision
now I see the
image...I go to
clubs sometimes,
I hit bars, I still
party probably harder
then you...31 is old?
Fuck no, I
feel better now then I
did when I was 25,
I'm much smoother,
well kind of, I still
fuck up, but I'm
human so that can
happen... shots,shots
drunk on La Cienega.
puke at the pinks with
the strangers I met just
a minute ago...I still
have my friends but
realize THIS WORLD IS
BIG...so is my penis...
I didn't really
mean it....I've been
drinking...the fuck was
I talking bout? Youth.
Your youth is ugly...
(Sticks tongue out) =)
"My Youth was
better than yours"
said the young
woman."Was" I said?
"Yes" she said. So
you're not young
any more? Your not
filled with vigor,
willing to damage your
liver...your youth is
past tense? She
replied "No" So
why the use for was?
(Sticks her tongue out)
"You know what I mean."
No I don't. I'm grown,
I'm 31, I've made
mistakes and when I
do something again, I
repeat them knowing,
you on the other hand,
make mistakes because
you're still growing,
you at the age of 20
something "don't give two shits"
me at 31, I really don't give
a shit, but I'm still
young enough to act
stupid but know
when to quit. My
youth is filled with
different scenes,
drunk off wine in art
galleries, trying to
decipher if this
abstract art speaks
to me, pass the
joint, change my vision
now I see the
image...I go to
clubs sometimes,
I hit bars, I still
party probably harder
then you...31 is old?
Fuck no, I
feel better now then I
did when I was 25,
I'm much smoother,
well kind of, I still
fuck up, but I'm
human so that can
happen... shots,shots
drunk on La Cienega.
puke at the pinks with
the strangers I met just
a minute ago...I still
have my friends but
realize THIS WORLD IS
BIG...so is my penis...
I didn't really
mean it....I've been
drinking...the fuck was
I talking bout? Youth.
Your youth is ugly...
(Sticks tongue out) =)
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Tock
You tick just like
me but you tock
like them, your
number switches
every second, than
it switches every
minute, than you
do a complete change
remaining the same while
the smallest inner parts
of you change, than as
a whole you become new,
my lovely blue...your face
never changes but your hands
do, you seem to be every where
even when I neglect you. If I could
hold your hands I could turn back
your ticking, if you could hold my
hands you could stop our
current moment from existing.
me but you tock
like them, your
number switches
every second, than
it switches every
minute, than you
do a complete change
remaining the same while
the smallest inner parts
of you change, than as
a whole you become new,
my lovely blue...your face
never changes but your hands
do, you seem to be every where
even when I neglect you. If I could
hold your hands I could turn back
your ticking, if you could hold my
hands you could stop our
current moment from existing.
Untitled VIII
If one tells a lie there a bitch; if one tells the truth, one is harsh,
yet everyone says they'd rather hear the truth..some of y'all mutha
fuckas is lying....he he..
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