90's Radio

It's only because I don't fit in

I haven't

I won't

I will

and

I will not...

I erased

I died

i've shot

and stole

for my rubberband soul

I've milked

I've macked

for a fat chronic sack

to the curb jack

get off my back

the king of slack

my heart full of black............................................................................................space......

My

SIST

A

MIST

A

Full force fist...

Since the Oblivion

I haven't learned much...

that pause

the cause

for my mind still a blank

no one to thank....

My life a blast

not even a full time task...

like that

HOLE

said

"I am beyond fate"

1995



Hitchiking Ego's

It's me the road map maverick

your political boundaries

don't impress me

they suppress me

Confounded

seeking

convalescence

...inside an inward

                                                 spiral....

Your topography

portrays a clouded idea

a coupled and binded

blind hysteria

You can only see faceless forms...

                                                       and your filling out forms...

plus claims

and now your claiming the forms

you forged...

I consume daily

my reasons are

intrinsic

I will lose one day...



Excuses

I broke it...

I wasted a talent

before I could flaunt it...

Although lucrative

currency slips through

chapped hands.

Am I working

hard enough

am I truly

tuff enough

My weakness is my excuse

an excuse for everything

I even believe

my lovely lies

I even believe

This day

a wish curls up to die...

The easy way

pays off now

instant

static faction

hard work

dynamic reactions

change the most constant...

Gnawed nails

wind force gale

nervous

kneeling

in reserved pues

peeling

unfeeling...

You are welcome

please have a seat

partake in this high life

described by a low life

they stick labels on everything

its easier to describe

So persistently

I'll sit and wait

aggressively passive...

6/13/2003