ashared interest
the neighborhood on high violet alert
we’re shutting the fuck up like it would of been
smoking cig after psychotic cig and the mood
reality tv liferz
who are backed by a sense of inferiority forever

they came through the front door though
say that’s not possible this is a steel cage
like whatsoever i wanted party to this on the street
with meth + coke + weed borrowing thousands
it’s not really late
it’s not safe at night

the science see deez nuts
the invitation to predestined romance
that could touch through the screen
see deez nuts inc
for your acting your voice lab coat
and for a long time that surface to air level
just buzzed
needing ak money and mk menthol

putting on sun blocking goggles
painted green and red with glue and herbal pills
tail end of ah’ dead plexus crackin’ hunger strike
the fm following a white bronco of life-possession
and when it’s signal dies the simpsons off the air
i’m waiting on child sniper fire
i’m watching strong chemical base cartoons
i’m the punch-line dancing on the couch
i want my childhood back

ah’ funny self-taught artist/philosopher angle
like it was tackled with a hardcore drug addict
in the room curtains shut and every light burnt out
an indoor fire of belongings and candles and broken chairs

the cover charge a 9mm and a friend’s vehicle
it’d be a tossup as to who’d use
which to get in the door
hard age delves deeper for a rag-quote in literature
and we’re running on either fumes

the perspective still
still clockwork
still second guessing
and the local man with a knife
on top of his game tonight
aiming for cracks in car windows

teen drivers listening in
a hot blue wire
background tastemakers
cutting the breaks in the parking lot
the sundae after

ambivalent to beautiful moments
a guard on a date
a managed slavishness
lacking the proper procurement for it
purchasing a pale nicety disdain
more becoming of intangible and porous minefields
then restriction based restaurants

exceptionally jaded the joy unlearned
they allowed themselves
a typical night on the old man
manning through the musical dissonance
what for most was a spontaneous event
honed for later hate

functional appearances
banding miles from development
pretending of kingdom
eerily counter an act
fused foolish
leaning against clashing aid

no need to continue following
loading a gun that lets it’s price linger
by every side defiled
clear blood winning after goodness
sober creed responses from the kids
tame denial sanctums
reckoning to let fly hung over

as a youth
a disappearance
on the circuit
lured by a locked doorway into
candid partners angry late in age
mapping out plaster
shameful positions unreachable
filmed otherwise

bouts of ramshackle disburdenment
giving the glow
he’d been following a nickname
it’d have to explain past consistently

any moves in this place
will be brought back unfortunately
like cars in alleys made into sidewalks

the wild appropriation
central to film noir misdirection
that flames out at a height
that sought worthiness
it’s holdings private

constitutes of a vaporizing material
suffering serial retellings
former aspirations constantly delegated

the affairs understood as late night security
who also related
their awakening to a determinist
booking their encounter’s implications

an arresting monitor of no real significance
keen to the more assured promises
while absorbing the time spent
even if it’s hard to care what was said

an identity negligible that sleeping shaped
yet left it’s contents for others unchanged
as time stopped and voices switched shifts

roman surgical victory lighting
over post human dragees
by the nearest breaking down of the temporary displaced
who for all intrinsic specifics are hard to disagree with

gradual release of pining after
the responsibility of morning hue
falling off the blinds and onto last night
where a sense of pandering splintered
into an ever evolving diagnosis that maligns

fervently attached despite
being allowed to taste merchantly

how poor we feel missed and rich unmoved
until either is forgotten as a screaming baby
finally believed when laying against a past
neither to remember or hide from

the many pledges made to get this far
a grand unborn legality in his face
finally saying he’d rather pay more and live
within what other’s dreams had to sell of this place

known years ago, he said
with another name
the memories still told him that
where once was possible, that he’d return
or told he might never be allowed

to forgive those that believe the stories
that this was a lone man growing-up in front of everybody
that was truly beheld in the arms of the various causes
that have since disregarded him

ignorance elsewhere once
he’d fought on behalf for the people
who say “fuck off” when he walks in
smelling like a trash-can outside a 500,000 home
they didn’t care since they’d been hip to knowing the formula
no need asking why

had his dimes stacked under the pillow
his true intentions to be looked over later
had his heart feeling like
something he’ll drop off on the way up the elevator

the smart answers
for a feeling that might remind the
republican faggots no one gave a shit
and what’s done is done
but don’t throw away the photos that unite,
send only the best and brightest

i’d crack my skull on the wall at a basketball game diving
and play the next five minutes walking on clouds
now i’ve taken fifty-seven life-altering medications and moved twenty-two times
sometimes across the hall, although i was never that lucky with drugs
like that someone was listening

that bad writing isn’t obtuse
can forgive and let the third eye
drip from a specific element
absorbed by “keeping busy” and left pure to redeem

next life
if you can erase what is built for one prior
this body and not get high ahn’ how
for the milk of invading house-guests owed an apology

likely preferable to a broken leg with national coverage
i cannot go for that equal good & evil
next question you can write on my cast

what i wanted an exit i could point out
the gothic gene ‘olothic mind a mild sprain and rebuilt
all the room on fire with evidence

the least favored to induction clowning with the history
tired under-encouraged
a spin doctor browser free beat-master catalogue
of dj for the worst strip club

or pretend if confronted in the market a huge fan
a knock on door can be that you knew you were

leaving a tip hooked up to a better ghost to replace
progressive unsatisfactory completed one-sided
because i was always too poor
and not giving a fuck the enemy or competition
to let waste consent plus understanding
ignore math as truth minus conception
forget art as fertility with too many ah’ host
subverted in their own mind
the cutting-room was the real deal
esoteric blue-prints for unmade cars with
candles for vision
other on the acceptable television and phone

directions
the truth then is a v.i.p. slumming in the rose garden
blues evil
to research you and get close while stepping away
keep the family business afloat
as the agreeable people who drove it
through main-street
supposed to do it again this year…
without any trouble handed down to the next…

a cent of property damage to build
no dropped children loud as all get out

the truth is a country that doesn’t pay taxes
where the most in-demand seats are the cheapest

shadowed walking home from night-school
taking the bus
this is a lie same with picking up your kid on the sly
you are not allowed to see them on drugs
when you won’t even admit they are drugs
and the afternoon free
most fun they’ve had since you were kicked out

don’t forget proof can be altered for any given area
the lie is by the time it’s understood
the world is a life not worth living
in it’s place a broken count-down to launch
built for lesser body only from now owning
you remember as a statue to former glories
and winning teams love the right
show you wanted to think beyond financial gain
if everything means another everything possible
when you were in charge

you’ll make a god
the image that granted a return voyage
the lie is that it’s hard for heaven because
they’ll just make things bigger here on earth
love for everyone with lessons cannot be disproven
say you’re not getting mine say i earned this

unless someone is wrong
you made yr. own
the scapegoat if they bore resemblances to theirs
they’d rather educate themselves
and the actors question why they are alive
you cannot save unto those who’d work to create a need
workers where there was none
because they’d rather avoid a couple million injuries

the daughters on-line
singing while ahead convo
allowed to grow was promised when guessing we’re old
how everyone else catches up

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