July 26

Looking back
in a collective lens
last week was like a gift
from my rear end
like a hasty, saggy,
nasty set of used depends
it sucked and sucked
to no extent
I won't pretend
rather suck a lemon
then attend again
the Caesars kitchen

July 25

the shimmering peaks
of the glittered stream
reflect like pieces
to a sea of dreams
the waves softly speak
secrets of the deep
too quietly for Eric and me
who are enjoying the peace
buoyant and afloat
atop black rubber boat
guided by natural flow
taking it slow
rowing with our hands
like a kid in the bath
the beach lined with grass
and sand in my shorts
as we walk towards
the car door a large thorn
impales my toe
and I yell like a foghorn
Eric jokes about my pain
I'm amazed I made it!
without having to amputate...
what a day

July 24

I'm looking forward
to having something to look forward to
waiting for something
hoping something is coming
in the dumping rain
I scratch my brain
as I'm waiting
just to wait
waiting for money
waiting for love
waiting for fate
to change my fate
stain the papers
with permanent eraser
fruits of my labor
permanently erasered
waiting for peace
waiting for spring
waiting to think
of a valuable dream
til then Ill eat this bowl
of Honey Bunches of Oats
I'll eat it nice and slow
Thank you Post

July 23

Look over and review
her detailed interview
the girl is cute
and her app is approved
so I ask her how soon
she could be of use
and she responds "as soon
as I can be of use"
so I schedule her that night
to work five to nine
she seems excited
to have a nine to five
so we train her and explain
what it takes to make
a great pizza plate
and fill up her brain
and the moment I look away
everything gets insane
Aarons screaming at Jake...
the new girl lays and shakes
the medics arrive
and the girl survives
I ask if she's alright...
what a night

July 23

Don't play
this kid is crazed
if you wanna make
your next birthdate
best stay at bay
don't instigate
or I'll turn your face
into a picasso portrait
I'll curb stomp ya
call tha doctor
I'll put hurt in ya
like a boxer
that's my final offer
are you men or mice
put your lives on the line
to die for the fight
I bust on the scene
with a quick fisted punch to the spleen
that reaches your guts
cuts deep bloods starting to stream
I completely knock out your teeth
you can't breath even to scream
sharing similar abilities to Jet Li
I got a piece of meat I got beef

P.S. I was not really pissed off today, well maybe a little. Mostly this was just the result of a freestyle I came up with for a song with my friend Cubie-D.

July 22

I'm trying to recall
who repainted these walls
all white these halls
like a blank waterfall
my post cereal has no
Honey Bunches or Oats
no delicious honey roast
afloat in my bowl
but I'll eat this whole
bowl of Post
Honey Bunches of Oats
though its taste is unknown
my neurotransmissions
are out of commission
and as hard as I listen
I can't even hear crickets
who am I
rather who am I to you
you can read and read
and know nothing of this dude
I feel drugged
I feel subdued
Like a snail or slug
under salt...doomed

July 21

I wake up naseus
like a fallen boxer
I'm very cautious
to drink lots of water
step in the shower
for 'bout an hour
bless it's cleansing power
it made me feel less sour
then off to sunday school
we sung as a group
and praised the truth
then had a barbeque
with paintball too
but what I didn't do
was deposit payment into
the offering or loot
and I shoulda knew
it's haunt me soon
someone would
probly want me dead soon
but I'll just eat this bowl
of Huney Bunches of Oats
Eat it nice and Slow
Thank You Post!

July 20

I don't sleep cuz fear
the DEA is near
I know there's nothing to fear
in my bed here
I hear that they're monsters
blood dripping from chompers
straight from a KISS concert
...monsters!...
I shake and I sweat
pray to avoid threat
they'd bring insta-death
no doubt in my head
I hear a sound
resounding on steps
like the sound
of alien foot steps
and what is next
he opens the door
I follow the steps
through the floorboards
this must be the end
'fore I'm in the morgue
guess I shoulda tipped more
at church for support

July 19

Ill eat this bowl
of Honey Bunches of Oats
Eat it nice and slow
thank you Post
red plastic cups
some three bucks
party popper guns
another five bucks
dripping candle wax
for wishes that'll never happen
however there's ample to handle
in a sea of empty bags
its the reminder
another years past
another tick on the timer
before my soul is damned
wrinkled old balloons
letting helium into the room
near downed spittoon
full of fruit punch juice
and I'm off lookin' fresh to def
with some sexy new threads
when I pop a one-two step
I break girls necks

P.S. Jokes

July 18

I'm staring at the midnight
moonlight, the stars remind
me of the clustered line
to see the Dark Knight
a sold out box office
and the ticket bosses
extend their hands so I
may deposit my ticket on it
I pull out my wallet
and my heart skips a beat
I've got my pass to the screen
but where is Jillibeans?
I couldn't have lost it
I pull out all pockets
just before my temper blew
like a rockit I got it
I bought it
Dude didn't want it
his loss my profit
It was an excellent venture
one that rattled my dentures
I bless Heath Ledgers picture
see this film or youre a sinner

July 17

Well
I
Had
Something
For
This
Day
But
Then
Down
Came
A
Big
Tarantula
Dragon
Warrior
Lady
STOLE
It
From
Me
So
Shoot me

P.S. this day technically didn't exist. History will forever remember this day as the day that absolutely nothing happened.

July 16

Who am I
or rather who am I to you
you can read and read
and know nothing of this dude
still not know the foods
I eat in every mood
like when I'm feeling blue
I eat Honey Bunches of Oats
Clip the ingrown toes
even superman hates those
then I change my clothes
and go for a stroll I suppose
and none of you can say
a jay o' dre a day
the way that I may
if ya hang with my slang
Ill just eat this bowl
of Honey Bunches of Oats
I'll eat it nice and slow
Thank you Post

July 14

Just try being He
a white boy on the streets
just try seeing He
invisible. A freak
as He sleeps at your feet
He dreams of being complete
more than obsolete
what does 'I' mean?
He goes to the place
where he was once raised
he things change
like the look on their face
the smell of chicken
hot dogs and burgers
a delicious smoked briskett
the essence is finger-lickin'
Grandma and Pa
and Reade and Var
sharing scary stories
long after dark
how things change
like the look on their face
filled with hate and rage
this is no place for He to stay

July 13

Conviction and
redemption
with the pastors
each and every sentence
on a mission
to make a difference
against addiction
and sin and contempt
taking communion
the body and blood
broken for love
so we're not judged
the hymns and jingles
give me tingles
my face crinkles
then I buy another single
I put my faith in you father
you have my solemn word
I can't refuse your offer
once I return to dirt
Conviction and
redemption
with the pastors
each and every sentence

July 12

still on a search
to find the cure
not knowing what the word
'I' refers to
though I used to
it had purpose too
walking through
the morning dew
in close pursuit
of a man in suit
the letters embroidered
to say 'U'
he notices my chase
and looks amused
but as soon as the truth
is unveiled I lose
the sight, the proof
standing confused
by telephone booth
Maybe if I recite
the alphabet twice
I can find
where is I

July 11

I'm convicted to find
an element of eloquence
just listen
envision
a million
feelings
per minute
I try to speak
but then choke
like there's needles
in my throat
try to breath
there's no hope
what I needs
a key to cope
liquid codene
and green
to come between
agonizing screams
maybe by
complex surgery
inverting my eyes
I can find where is I

July 10

So if you didn't know
I've been without a home
for a week or so
just an everyday hobo
and what it's shown
via couch is
who's enough of a pal
to put food in my mouth
more than just actors
in lifes chapters
their hearts are molded after
what really matters
a humbled being
I quit grumbling
to have friends like these
is quite comforting
just a few more days
and I'll be in my place
no longer disgraced
by the derelicte name
my room is in my car
freedom my art
to anyone who cares
you're forever in my heart

July 9

smoke bounds down
the mountain
like brown fountain
drowning the trees
like the wails and screams
of the fire rescue team
rising higher and higher
like a plateau of dreams
behind a smokescreen
the reality deeply
more disturbing
the dragons tail curving
our cities monument
burning, once prominent
now subdominant
to the flames omnipotence
like a time lapse
a few moments pass
and smoldering ash
replaces the grass
evacuate
the towns ablaze
it's just another
Missoula summer day

July 8

with my new SM-57
and USB connection
Toneport UX2
I'm in recording heaven
you would be too
if you thought music was cool
what's next to do
get some orange juice
the fresh squeezed persuasion
from a super hot waitress
who's neither phased
nor amazed by what I'm saying
so I call Jillibean
to chat at her
she talks of camping
and getting plastered
not to poop on the party
but I missed the potty
I say "Hey little hotty
not tonight probly"
sorry to be a jerk
I'm just into her
and she concurred
and that's my blurb

July 7

A moments all it takes
don't look away
I see the stop sign fly by
as she's slamming the brakes
the dashboard shakes
seatbelts brace
washer fluid sprays
ears vibrate. We're okay
the bumper is broken
the world in slow motion
no intent or motive
this is hopeless...
already neck deep in drama
now add neck trauma
and to add to the problem
there's no ID in my pocket
across the concrete
a collage of debris
in the hundred degrees
of Missoula heat
heightened senses
scratches and dents
in the ambivalence
of the accident

July 6

the satin fur
complete with burrs
a deep rumbling pur
a bit obscure
how it's so loud
I remember it now
weighing less than an ounce
the way he'd crouch
ready to pounce
like his kitty chow
was a living mouse
maybe catnapped
perhaps potatoe-sacked
the matter of fact
he ran and didn't come back
he might have had enough
the black ball of fluff
go with my love
I'll live on, no matter how tough

July 5

the new advent
my new intent
to comprehend
the consequence
new parliament
new armament
my opinion of it
is positive
I stay optimist
on my new adventure
standing prominent
a dominant figure
at Georgetown river
peacefully I consider
what to eat for dinner
when I get a sliver
from the dock
it's nearing five o'clock
hoping the wind stops
before I go into freezing shock
back to Jilly's ride
complete with racing stripe
hop inside and drive
to the diamond mines
where we just hit up the nearest
cheeriest store
order some grub
and talk about love

July 4

This fine day in America
our forefather Mr. Jefferstud
signed some legal stuff
for justice and freedom and stuff
so for his sake
and in independences name
take thine fuego flame
and set ablaze color grenades
watch amazed by bright
lights tainting the night
painting in flight
like exploding kites
right beside a cutie pie
eyes filled by delight
electrified skies
inspiring the mind
past midnight we marveled
our attention borrowed
I'm startled as a nearby
roman candle sparkles
off into the distance
this array of prism pistons
and oh ya did I mention
happy hyphydependence

June 3

I was mistaken
cuz I was impatiently
waitin' for a safe haven
a vacation place to stay in
the way before my face
lying to make the mood complacent
praying it's never too late
to take back my last statement
I really can't take it
there's no compensation
for absolutely amazing
you're driving me crazy
baby maybe I'm in too deep
which would explain the loss
of sleep the way I breath
before I speak, girl please
lets carve our initials
our eyes shimmering like crystals
I'll kiss you like I've missed you
which is when cupid hit you
I've got nothing but reverence
for your feminine presence
I want to shower you with kesses
from the steps of heaven

June 2

He's writing his unhappy ending
but the dictions not fitting
he's clenching his fists
then tearing and ripping
I'm wrinkled than crumpled
when fumbled I tumble
into a garbage bundle
where I slumber a little
next to an empty bag of Skittles
a dribble of Pabst
soaking the lining of the bag
the stench drifting through the pad
the pile flowing like a geyser
which repulses said writer
pulling drawstring tighter
he throws the pile in the dump
of the slums he calls home
all alone self-proclaimed punk
the junk an allusion
to the illusion consuming
his person
delusion and confusion
disconcerting he's hurting
for purpose

July 1

the matter of topic
who'd Mary run off with?
they say she's in Stockton
with Sid Bostwick
which is surprising to hear
'cause Sid's right here
welling up in tears
telling Jilly not to fear
things will be better
it doesn't mean forever
things change like the weather
wear my sweater
I hate to add
more sad to the bad
I'm acting like an ass
you don't deserve this lass
lock your doors
then lock them more
creatures from the morgue
come to rob the poor
though the sun beats hard
the city is dark
walking aimlessly through parks
counting the stars

June 30

Today you probably woke
up feeling intoxicated
somewhat outdated
like your name's Mr. Gayness
I'm feeling upgraded
Siditious version six
the chicks dig it since
there's no 3 1/2 inch
I'm a full 64 bits
of delicious goodness
with my central processing unit
I'm far from stupid
Immaculate in concept
perfectly complex
putting the high in hi-tech
yep yep
you wish you could buy these
jealousy's even eating me
over me being freaking sweet
like 95 versus XP
I go home and crash
hit standby and collapse
screensaver dreams
relax and adapt

June 29

the lights flicker
steadily getting dimmer
over candle light dinner
on this day of sinners
where were you
the day the lights choosed
with no excuse
its no use, there's no news
everyone confused
is this terrorist abuse?
with no clue who
took all the juice
just kick off your shoes
with nowhere to go
let your hair down too
and take it slow
lets use this excuse
to play some dare or truth
satisfy our sweet tooth
where will you be
the day no one can see
the day of empty streets
my guess is in the sheets