Branded to Kill

mayor black in a thrift store suit spending tuesdays beer money to buy picked roses
for jazz queens sitting in window sills commending foolish acts it's the hottest day of
the summer shaved ice coconut insanity heatwaves dilusion block color sight making
it difficult to know who to be racist to children running in front of cars because they teach
them at an early to not give a fuck if it could kill you what the hell tina takes her clothes
off ignoring nonsense of unzipping striped indications of caged hearts cool ice cube solutions
for foxy browns playing hard to let the corner for lovers access it feels good cold especially in
the midst of thanking god for soft necks and what s/he likes


L O V E H A T E

Harvey Keitel

what kind of guns do midnight cowboys carry during june summer heat
high horse guitar strings to entrance theatrics kept away from the sights of rebels
liberated blues on it's way to inception after the night black played song to know which road rebels walk composing jazz for the first time they taste wine and want to show how love spoke in the silence of no books to read murder if caught sight of what darling nikki was writing in her journal because she couldn't tell daddy can i only be brave if i know i won't have a problem trying to hide when it's not something i feel appeal or if jesus can groove to it or try to find someone with the kind of rhythm that helps with the fear of ghosts and offer old cigarettes because there's not enough money to be as friendly as visible enough to see when broken hearts pretend the drama doesn't make them want to fuck



"You want to know something he won't tell ya, cut off one of his fingers, the little one. Then tell him the thumbs next. After that, he'll tell you if wears lady's underwear... I'm hungry, let's get a taco. " - Mr. White

Peace to gods and good tacos.

Erudite Eyes

sometimes i don't even have anything to apologize for but an understanding of what happens
when you take a little too much of whatever the jazz inspires you to has led me down roads
where i can go shopping for my greatest fears my dear please be there to open the doors
on time for me so i know i don't have to steal anything just because no ones there to witness
what i buy with my $10 anything seven sins are only for angels who've managed to not get
seduced by year round ornaments of many colors slight stutter when mother cries because
she wants to be young again and she doesn't think anyone notices the way she saves the world
from hitler scriptures legacy carries on realize that the devil lived on earth for a while too
timelines of moments when we build houses for our ghost to live in once we finally pass the light
pardon me if i wear a hat during my initiation to salvation do i not have to worry anymore about
money when we get there i swear i've had too many plates that were never used the way they
were supposed to giving new meaning to collecting dust white that you can't help but smell
up close and move farther away from putting more than an oz. to regretful thoughts and nose bleeds

please is something i use beggingly in a sublte motion illusion is my vibrant energy everything is in black and white within my sight and i'm not color blind it's just what's in style too kind homeless lucy holds on to how her mama raised her maniacs raped her but she still sings and doesn't hide how they made it difficult for her to walk like a femme fattale honesty seems like something that isn't put in the pot when we reach 1st intention sexual rebellion enslaved to imbalance because lust can't always be solved with masturbation cause in the end there's no one to share the silence with unless you take another hit will it ever be time to quit personality wit saves lives but it's unfashionable to come as you are and leave as you learn why all intellects smoke cigarettes


Peace to Sweden, much love fam.

The Main Ingredient

crowded streets of fashionable maniacs with cups filled up to the top anything foul smell
color blinds can still define how blue makes them feel no need for technicolor proper lighting
just talk about jazz until we don't have to pretend anymore admit paintless faces are always easier to kiss

take off your red lipstick because it's not time for that now my greatest fears are open for interpretation and your attempts at trying to be a slut terrify me
i noticed jesus only comes out when my drugs are almost gone too fast and there isn't anyone around to give me the round of applause i need to carry on after my best apologies
collections of textbooks defaced with runaway scriptures trails to follow for darling nikki when she finally decides not to care journeys hallucination smudged "fuck you's" make the page easier to look at
high school rendezvous down to the nearest place with cheap food times logic seduced by a need to experience passion in the dirtiest places that can be found
thursday love supreme grooves nights of malfunctioning street lights adding details to chaos

This is Why You're Overweight

i'm running a little too much after the highs begin to go away
all of a sudden i'm getting in touch with a part of me that doesn't have to worry about being the nice guy and feel what it's like to have a dick without having make sure I've got extra bullets in pocket
the radio isn't playing anything to redignify my aura after i dropped the ace i was hiding up my sleeve reaching for the next glass with something foul smelling in it i don't understand the logic sometimes but maybe that's why i do it because after a while i don't give a fuck about logic or anything other than pretending long enough so that they'll leave me and whoever falls for it alone for about 8 hrs so we could take the time to see what happens when it's time to explore the jazz again

Peace to wanderers who've heard the echo,
much love