GET A JOB

booming out the bursting windows

of a forgotten time

the ancients make hastey waves

smoking on vilianous leaves

stuck together with spit

out of car windows

sprung together like springs

mystical earth creatures

the music is so amazing

you can hear it from your bedroom

zooming right past you

loud and fantastic

your mom fucking hates it

i am young and free and falling over

neon clothing

no one told me

life was like this

as a child i was spiteful

always grabbing onto knives

and watching a clockwork orange

always writing in my notebooks

now im staring at how folks look

in subways and on light rails

and im studying conditions

enveloping transmissions

because i find life to be so funny

funny little bunny

i laugh at sad dudes

who drive their wives to work

its only friday morning

i giggle at people who don’t know

how to be free

because i am it, and always have been

but oh so stuck

contradictions

the human experience

and if i wrote a book about this

i might just be rich

i am a genius

drunk sick and feeling like

some mad savant

some jackson pollock of a person

poised to be recognized after death

everything from here on is flipped

so we forget, and tied to broken steps

sliced on open car wrecks

so everyone can get a close look

peering out their open car windows

symphonic radio orchestras pierce

in and out of clarity

the sound escalates from loud to soft

i am sitting there in bits and peices

please everyone just take a peek

nobody ends up looking at me,

all they see is a blurred wreck

nothing posthumously stands before them

menacingly

just a blur of a car that once was…

just chunks of metal and shit.

i am wanting to IMPRESSION something

but i dont know what, nothing specific.