been drinkin

whiskey all night long.

no beach with an hourglass

can save me at the moment.

maybe it’s not over – it could be.

it’s true that two way streets

can crash emotives and anger

after miles and miles

travelin Pennsylvania towns.

get in the car again –

slam the door shut.

eyes blood shot and almost shut.

blurry all before me –

grab the bottle –

taking swig after swig.

later pull over –

fumble out the keys

out of the ignition –

cars on a cliff –

oh fucking well.

the only happiness

I have left – is anger.

and now anger

is the only futting thing

that makes me happy.

bowflex you are all I got now.

forget everything else,

it just doesn’t futting matter.

people are watching me

through the window.

all they see

of me is shattered glass.

it’s hard to capture,

but the shards

glitter in pain

with the sun –

a great visual of life.

maybe the best way

to pattern your life

is in the shoes

of a poet

that had a troubled life.

don’t get close –

ashes might get in your eyes

so you feel that poet’s fragmentation

I don’t want to feel,

it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be.

it’s like doing meth –

it rots one from the inside out.

the only rehab left

are the words that carry pain everlasting.

it’s quite the saviour.

be happy –

be positive – EXPECT NOTHING.

it’s a great perception.

happiness –

is like a 100 scorpions

that sting you.

it just kills.

there is not a better

feeling than that.

bitten –

white and chocolate.

now just a swirl –

confusion into oppression.

hang with it,

it only gets better.

it’s godly all the way

turn your back,

nobody will notice.

the soul partially filleted –

flaps in the breeze.

healing comes ever so slowly

after the rains subside.

bring on the sun –

darkness is never a friend.

there in front of me,

a one track mind –

hell bent on survival.

like a Bedouin

in great obscurity,

a knight needed with armor

is havoc to invaders.

bloodlines an art –

history lessons seep out.

thoroughbred needed:

a muthafuckin fighter !!