Don't fool your friends

You are sitting there; in a World full of democracy, and excess, thinking

of that piece you saw. "I can replicate it, or just change it a bit, because I have no creativity, and

besides, I live in the first world and he does not".

That gives you the right to go to Yale, or live in New Zealand. You will make your parents proud,

and your friends jealous, The bloggers will love you, and publish you, and so will the school give

you a prize for something they did not teach you.

But here we are, sitting in a world that is a jungle for you,

but you know that the world has become too small for plagiarism.

I feel sorry for you, because you can not sleep at night,

you wonder why so much financial aid has not teach you creativity.

Lizard skin pants

I am struggling with patience, staring at the screen of

This fucking machine.

I can write so many stupid things when I loose my calm, and press send,

They will go far, away

But you wear lizard skin pants with your almond eyes.

We are full of compromises, life compromises, but I am beginning to yield

I shuffle all songs, searching for a tune to calm me,

But is Morrissey singing;

“I don’t mind if you forget me…..”

Fire

My brain is on quarantine

I have been thinking too much

I have not gotten anywhere

So I have decided to give it a break,

To allow my thoughts to go on strike,

To go off a diet, to try to quit smoking,

To disguise my mood in between fake smiles

To comply with the ridiculous moors of this perturbed “society”,

To create art for curators.

It is not working I am still thinking,

Maybe, I will grab a beer,

But it is too early,

Perhaps, I will go for a jog, but I am too lazy

Fuck all that, I will crank up the stereo and perturb my neighbors

White Wall

I stared at a wall, a flat white wall,

I saw a wall staring at me with wide open eyes

I stared at you and you stared back

We laughed and then, cried,

We went to bed.

I reached over, you responded

Then it was the morning.

I started at the ceiling

I saw a fan saluting me to a brand new day

The coffee machine is noisy,

But, in the end revitalizing

And there goes the day

Wishing I had something to say

The sparkler spits water,

But grass is not what the old man said to be

Because it has not listen

So let us go out and play

the windsor

Some how I did not let the Windsor seduce me;

Instead, I looked slick on a half sixties charm

But, why are you so rude to me?

Is it because I am not handy?

In the mean time let me pirate donwn

"Fake Plastic Trees" for you.

So; did you know I came accross Keneth Snelson

last night

Yes Keneth Snelson, he is amazing, just as The Cribs are ..!

But really, It does not mater...

Ah yes , and I love blue cheese with Caviar too

But It does not matter....