17 February 2006

in th wake up

coffee applause morning
in late shades of
pink parliament he rubs
his eyes.
figured never there would be such encouragement
for a politician.
every morning
he wishes away dreams
of blue mountains and ex
pensive nevers.
red wine stained nights
$100/bottle
and rub pork fat
on belinda’s body.no drink bud
and dream
burp oh
that fantasy
again.
screams in his head
and then stephen shows up
– never fails.
a foot in each time
zone he
never gets any
sleep impatient and time equals
money he rips of his
covers and stares.
whatever they can, he wishes
for a dead moment to lie
in bed awake.
who would consume so much shit
to swim in debt ? then
looks around
and notices culture.
clunk and spit debt
cards and soon no more
and more no
one would be left to manipulate.
                                                  out of control and this is
useless
excessive jerking creates life
and turn around to realize how
ugly it is.
get up anyways man
in some house of
common ,
some nice machina.
                          no corporate card
no big league
high school dreams
up in the clouds above
minimum wage.
for th low natural price of
gas head and a place
to live.
                                                                    branded some economic
criminal
grade two teacher said class
you can be anything you want in canada
you could be prime minister.and
now you know what Jimmy says? he says:
fuck you  
ball and chain has been rolling
since day
one and one more
year away from being
dead at this rate.
                                                                         [ dive into th system
free thinker
keep the dream alive ]
naturally slip a little
gas
to th hostage
and get unpaid.

Comments:
this voice you have here, its strong. i love it. i want to crawl inside it.

xxx
 
if only
 
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