HOMETOWN SPUN

Children Eyes hollowed out dark spots Absent of hope just hunger And The anger Smoldering Right there Beneath where The soul used to be Scraped raw Scarped raw and broken Like the bottom Of the dirty pipe scraped for one more hit of luck Mercy comes after the Learning of swinging lashing belts Fists full…

2.5 GRAMS OF HASH

head like cotton concern past and forgotten I’m not even here I’m not even human I don’t exist; lost in a different brand new unexplored dimension number 7 of the 10 string theory like an acoustic guitar like ancient Hindu texts that read like German physicists does anyone know the name of the cat in…

ROLL OVER

  I do this Late at night I do this Perverse mental masturbation I do this All these thoughts I aint supposed to think I do all this thinking about what we could be If we could get it together and get to being one another with all these things together being things together Grand…