'the city's killin me' there are fallen stars in the gutter i did it i smoked em till they were dead i don't even want a friend i just wanna be sad broke & alone i have no mask i can't play the game anymore it's nothing personal i just wanna sit in & listen to the rain like a whore who sucked off the occupying general when ur alone u fixate on the self an unhappy place bereft of the mysteries i feel ashamed things i don't even agree with i sign my name
thinking doesn't undo tangles it adds to the mess a finger to her beautiful lips i long to kiss whispers: "shh..." --- maybe i am like alexander & i cut the knot that's destroys the world? it's done now: death of a tale. she alone can heal the lover pull me close 2 ones into one --- i is try love is truth from two sodden twigs the embers renew in loss comes new life --- if the world is just mine i am faithless i am but postmodern man localise it --- this poem doesn't seem to want to end well perhaps that's just its surface? the rain falls the frogs sing sing ur name from within the slime is some notes sublime