Just Kidding
How many people has your father shown heaven to, to some it was hell, fleeting like a dream, the rolling hills and deep valleys, the moment you decide to reach out and catch them, like a puff of smoke, some sort of fart and smelly air, it vanishes, and it becomes a question whether you even saw them, like my girlfriend when I was in sixth grade, she was from another school, but we met during the summer, we drank some beers and she showed me how to smoke weed, like a passing dream, it’s almost as if it never happened…
One Big Happy Family
I don’t even care, if your voice is high enough, you’re fuckable to me, better yet, if your was deep enough, Natasha, yes, are you sure you don’t have a penis, so many nightmares, yet so many dreams, baby, alone in a room, no judgement, no questions, your uncle smiles, what would you do to me, show me how much you love yourself, touching all over the place, lend me a hand, and show me somewhere safe, somewhere to rest my head, and touch a lily's petals with my lips, would you do it if you could, why would I make a joke, you’re just being yourself, don’t you know I love you?
Waiting for a Red Balloon
Why do so many people dig to hell, god forbid, suffering should be a sin, lord knows the reward for those who go hungry, jump into the valley, step aside young man, let me, your sister and your daddy, the bed is creaking, and so many are left working, most of their satisfaction is on their breaks when they’re smoking, alone in their studios, playing games, wasting their lives away, not caring that the clock is ticking, this one’s about me, but why should I care, me and my guitar, the growing heat, a poet's yearning, strumming along, there’s so many dreams between me and you, your boss is asking for you, and let me tell you, nobody cares whether you make it to management, if that’s the dream your left with, on the edge of a cliff, at least ask your secretary to fuck you, offer her a promotion, otherwise, that whole fucking dream, the whole road you were walking, what would be the point, seeds are scattered, and your daughter smiles, which way did she go, nobody knows…
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Jump
If you’re stuck in a prison, doomed to stay as a tier one analyst, and you have the energy, why not, try leaping, your really may be able to jump into the sky, find a platform on the next level, you became successful, now you can die, live, laugh, love life, there’s no need to teach a plant how to reach for the sky, seeds are scattered, the river flows into each possibility, are you looking, outside your jar, whether they live or die, you can be sure they tried their best with what they had, reach higher and higher, trying to satisfy their ever-present hunger, seals and hymens, ghosts and bile blood, what would you do to get higher, money or a promotion, just wait for your adamantine shackles, you and your father alone in a room, each eternity, you wake up in the same dream, left with something to which you gave in to, and karma waits outside of this too, the universe and poetry, like an organism growing in each direction, the branch is ever extending, and so much of the night sky is just sitting there, waiting, for us to discover everything, scientists and experiments against your conscious, like the sun, an ever-burning flame, there’s no such thing as evil, find peace and death, a fleeting dream, like a flowing river, just flow in the most obvious direction, each eternity waits for you, goth pussy, such delicate flower petals, give it a kiss, this lily in the valley, lord knows, as above so below, live, laugh, love, maybe I couldn’t care anymore…
