Creations of my own confection
"Someday people will figure out genius is just nonsense babbling in the wee hours of night. Einstien wouldn't sleep for weeks."
After new years of
1997
two
worried friends had my
cards played right winning me
punk rawk show tickets that i
dedicated to mom. Seeing a
face
crying
bubbles before the show i had to
drive to buy it a gift. An
orange crayon maybe? While remembering
the crash and the
thorn in my side "
feel it in you?"
Jimmy asked
"Here I am,
CONFUSED actually." I replied like a soft
lullaby.
Without warning seeing
the devil
devine in a
blanket laying
face down in
the road upahead my mind drifted
so far away. Wondering about the
key to conformity and
everything....but it's all
bull honky anyhow.
"
Goodbye Sanity
mon amour, mon amour!" i heard a
problem girl wearing
silver bangles to hide the
slits say before she went
runnin' around behind the
cascade backdrop scattering
my unfinished poems everywhere.