10/23/09 2:24 am

watching legs in air,
patterns of nonsensical
and momentary charge
powered by illogical
hand tracers
followed in spot light.
clearing the table
and placing the bodies down,
naked and hot,
glittered and frayed,
shredded at the edges of vanity
in the midst of a narcissistic clusterfuck
at midnight in the garden.
somewhere in the sky
there are drawn fake meanings to life,
things that only make sense
as a fucked up distortion
of history,
a ruined natural sense of logic
extorted to a blown proportion;

escapism can be a delightful
re-entry back in to reality

pleasant blues - chorus 4

sweating off the puzzlement,
trip black tarmac
in between parallel
line of car;funny how people look
at cars without racism,
i mean, they're different colors too,
but put people inside
and all the difference has been made.
jesus knew something we didn't
DARK skin
WHITE skin
YELLOW skin
skinskinskinskinskinsinksinksinksinksinksink
itallcomestogetherinthesameplacewhetheryoulikeitornot

pleasant blues - chorus 3

my stomach rumbled,
not by what i ate,
not by what i did not eat -
50 cents for carbonation
without the cure of a beer,
the sugar slipped good though.
clapping my hands
at myself
for no good reason,
but that i have lived:
in the mirror
i saw imperfection.