(Page reserved for the beauty of empty space)

(Something that is eagerly eliminated before its beauty is realized)

I need more drugs

It was at this point I realized I need more drugs

To ease the agony that she so lovingly bestowed on me

I’m a nice guy, willing to forget her past

I’m a great guy, willing to give her a second chance

I knew she was a great person on the inside

"De-ja-vú"

oh no! I though softy so that she could not hear, with her resting her head on my chest.

Those words mark my realization that I was going to need more drugs in the future

Her ugly friend was right and it made my head spin

I just want something, anything, to take my mind off the trust I gave her

To make me forget the day she made me look like an ass

Right after she said she loved me.

She’s going to fall back in with her old crowd and it will kill her.

And even when shes dead, I’ll still see her every summer and no drugs can ease that pain

Hallucinogenic burritos

I got bored one day

And I had bills to pay

I got a plan stittin’ in my pad

To rob a bank and generally be bad

Well when me and my boys arrived at the bank

I realized my plan it really stank

The security was really high

I you bet you cajolies I didn’t wanna die

We were instead content to rob a 7-11

Then we blow the store clerk strait to heaven

Hey punk give us all your money

No ones gonna die if you don’t act funny

we aint very nice

Mess with us we’ll put you on ice

Oh yes, oh yes, if the cops come through

We’ll go to prison and write a book for you

We wont get caught cause were better

12-gauge pump, and 15-shot berretta

but if in case we do

I got a lawyer(he’ll fight for You!)

Hey mister police man is it time to get away

Time to drive down the road, and run from you today

Tell me now did that gunshot make you bleed

I aint got time to kill I’ll cut to what We need

We need to take a international flight

We’d like to be in mexico by first light

We cant tell you where we been

You arrest us-we’ll get johnny cochran

So I popped a cap in mr. Police man

But when his pals arived believe you me-we RAN

I’m getting’ pretty hungry I could use some chow

I’m sorry I blow up that 7-11 right about now

We’ll stop by that nearby paco taco

Before jumpin’ a flight and going to morocco

So lets hold up this roachy joint

Take the burritos, you get the point

Get the ones in the tray

You don’t want burritos? Whats that you say?

They got so much grease they clean out you digestive system

How about a burger joint? Just missed ’em

Lets make like a banana and split

So we can still carry out another hit

Them burritos wern’t so good

Taste like some bum cooked ‘um the woods

Then came the visions of things I don’t wanna remember

Like some naked fat chick and a potato that was limber

There were smily faces everywhere believe you me, it was new

They came for me and bit my nose, I’m telling you

Funny colors and weirder shapes

People turning in to freaky apes

Them burritos did something funny to me

They musta been spiked with LSD

Never the less the visions had to pay

And that’s all I got to say

When we got back to my place

(after the big police chase)

we emptied the bag the look at our wins

to our surprise it was all in 1s and 10s

looks like we’ll have to kill each other

I spun around and shot bills brother

I shot chad, jane shot clyde

tyed john to the back of the car and then took a ride

there that’s better theres just 2 of us

but still I thrown jane in front of a bus

I’m tellin’ ya man

Livin’ the high life is grand

I all owe it to my 5 good friends

Who are now has beens

Sittin’ pretty here in my big house

Ain’t got a cat use a .45 to shoot a mouse

I’m lonely now just me (I shot all my bros)

I just wish I could get some more of them hallucinogenic burritos

Windows:

Particles listing in empty float

Freedom lingers resting on the window

The world entices I choose not to go

Hours more of sleep before I get my coat

No reason to leap out bed this moment

Watching window, no light just yet I know

Stay down, not time to get up Joe

Window of opportunity is broke

Guess I should feel sorry for windows shut

But I can’t really force myself to care

Watching the window, don’t interrupt

The window shatters, falls, like unbound hair

Oh well. Opportunity lost and bone but…

The final line ends the sonnet with flair

Cinquains:

Fools

What could

have caused someone

to commit such horrid

acts of such blatant stupidness

you fools!

Outside (oh my)

What a

lovely day it

is out side on Friday

yet I am stuck in the school now

oh my

Speed

go speed

racer go, yea

sounds like some drugs. Go speed

or just bad advise for anyone.

whatever

Little paper

I’d like

to thank all those

who helped me rise to fame

and all other people on my little paper

‘night guys

The infinity Man

why hello.

So odd

that you

would be

talking to

me. Perhaps you recognized me?

If not

Allow me to introduce myself:

I am the infinity man.

I am everyone you see on the street

The person you don’t talk to on the elevator

I believe I accidentally ran into you in the street

sorry

when you drive

I am the driver:

to your left

and your right

a n d g o I n g q u I t e s l o w I n f r o n t o f y o u

and quite fast behind you

The bum on the street corner-that’s m e!

And the guy in the business suit, that’s m e too

Everyone is m e

Don’t worry about talking to m e

I’m quite happy alone and in groups

There

Now you

Know all

About me

But you

Still can’t

Know me

Because

I am the

Infinity

Man and

I am

everyone

Out of Control

help me

i cant control my hand

this poem is spilling out on my paper

all this strait

out of my mind

it makes its way on

to paper

it makes no

since on paper

how is it g-

etting there

i cant control my hand

help me words are flowing out when I dont want the-

m to flowing onto the paper by the-

2 full moons and a trout

moon

I drink to the end. Or has it begun?

Clouds obscure the orb that has replaced the sun. no daylight for this warrior. So much yet undone and your not helping. Although its not your place, not now, not yet, the cycle has just started anew…

moon

sun is only a memory for this warrior. Again the orb as conquered over the blinding day. Hovering in the sky large and gloating over its victory, you still can’t help yet. But the cycle Doesn’t have long to go before you can…

trout

Hello sunshine! This warrior still fight the good fight, but this time I make progress, you are backing me up. Things get done now, you and me. And the trout (bland dry and basically tasteless no matter what I layer on it.) we: duo/team/army. How pitiful that this is just a spoke on the wheel, soon the orb shall roll back and, losing my other half, I wont get anything done. At least it will cycle back…

moon

I drink to the end. Or has it begun?

Clouds obscure the orb that has replaced the sun. no daylight for this warrior. So much yet undone and your not helping. Although its not your place, not now, not yet, the cycle has just started anew…

moon

sun is only a memory for this warrior. Again the orb as conquered over the blinding day. Hovering in the sky large and gloating over its victory, you still can’t help yet. But the cycle Doesn’t have long to go before you can…

trout

Hello sunshine! This warrior still fight the good fight, but this time I make progress, you are backing me up. Things get done now, you and me. And the trout (bland dry and basically tasteless no matter what I layer on it.) we: duo/team/army. How pitiful that this is just a spoke on the wheel, soon the orb shall roll back and, losing my other half, I wont get anything done. At least it will cycle back…

Ode to Uncle Sam

Uncle Sam’s loan and pawn: the way to shop

They got every thing you could ever need

Pick up instruments or guns in one stop

Get music, books, cheap liquor and plant seed

Need some extra cash; they’ll take what you got

If you still don’t have they’ll give you a loan

But if you do not pay up you’ll be shot

They’ll break your knees if you don’t pay back loans

But if you need, Sam’s is the place for you!

If you need extra cash just ask ‘ole Sam

need to arm your self? you can do that too

The parking lots full of old red dodge rams

get anything at uncle sam’s loan and pawn

10.35

Film

Monty python amongst other things. I

can’t seem to keep my mouth shut at movies

try to kick me out during Goldeneye

thanks alot. At one point I thought it was groovy

afterwards I asked how the film was

"it was amazingly fantastic Joe!!!!

You’ll never figure what the hero does!!!"

Thanks for confusing me. Now I don’t know

Why don’t you just sum it up for me please?

"no watch it yourself, man" oh gee your nice

I’ll wait for video cassette release

I don’t like getting kicked out for that price

The film will have to wait until I stop

Annoying folks in the theater or

I rent a video for the night and drink pop

Don’t care, It was probably a big bore

the big war

All hail the end of the world. Hurrah we’re all dead.

A slight mistake and the nuclear bombs went off and destroyed the world

Nuclear bomb and a shaky hand and misjudgment caused by Sudafed^tm

Of course not everyone died, a group of businessmen in an elevator survived the nuclear dread

But that’s not all. Accountants in their vaults protected by layers of paper were safely stored

All hail the end of the world. Hurrah we’re all dead.

The baddest of the bad. Criminals protected by their concrete safehouses from the nuclear dread

Smiling into sunlight and freedom they’re hurled

Nuclear bomb and a shaky hand and misjudgment caused by Sudafed^tm

"so what comes next" said one inmate to the other "everyone’s gone, I guess we rule" he said

"so what comes next" said one accountant to the other "everyones gone I guess we rule the world

All hail the end of the world. Hurrah we’re all dead.

In World War III, only accountants, and businessmen, and criminals warred

The accountants had organization and the written word

Nuclear bomb and a shaky hand and misjudgment caused by Sudafed^tm

The criminals have skill in the ability to kill, who will win?!. Doesn’t matter-you dead.

All hail the end of the world. Hurrah we’re all dead.

Nuclear bomb and a shaky hand and misjudgment caused by Sudafed^tm

Deadlines (the poem I wrote at the last moment):

Deadlines are the killer

Of many a mind

Poetry wrought with near rhyme and no reason

The crashing

Deadline squeezing my brain

There’s no room to think, it hurts, my brain is leaking

Do I do my best work when

I’m

S l e e p i n g

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Do’t be a brokeh keyboard!!! FrIEzzd R tha Best

The information highway is more of a parking lot

Its going to expand more likely than not.

Possibly paved but the extremity is dirt

Please pardon our dust as it consumes the earth

The advertisers can reach us 24-7 lucky me

We’ve been selected to participate in a pyramid scheme

Information communism for the individual as a whole

Free internet, free this, free money, price: soul

Your computer is a better friend than me

More warm and loving than I could ever be.

In New York

Pop Culture

Is a cola

Growing mold

Break and enter

But cross nothing

Sacred as the land

No one can tread

You and me babe

Exchanging

In the back

Of my car

How dare they

Interrupt me

Watching "Friends"

To tell me he’s dead

Beat the system?

You shouldn’t

Not too much

It might drop off

I can’t escape

Can’t be free

Always connected

To reality

Should we kill him?

Or what

Can’t go around

With a Siamese twin