Found but not lost

 Clouds raining sewer water 

         a week 

after period flow

that passion & bloodlines

 in the drop will

re-affirm the fertile soil 

gives birth most lush when blood 

is shed and excuses 

puddle in the fields

Familiar city landscapes with

gibberish fluent song singers

Standing up to apparitions 

that inspired minor scale 

notes

The praised begger seeks

    Sympathy in front of an audience

that clearly see down in the distance of

his lost direction

But all he’s focused on 

 Is to ask them “I wrote my greatest, please read it.”

postSCRIBE:

   To 2 conflicted supporters,

My cynicism and adoration go out to you.

Paranoid kisses

1-800-Deferr’d

 i guess this is the one that i hold onto,

there was so many more 

but for some reason i just forgot
from time to time we all need someone 

       to,

remind you should write the answers in ink…

       a tragedy bitch’s brew so poisonous it causes Miles Davis & the pastor to rethink

the homeless man rant

 with diamonds buried underneath the gibberish,

Laced with intellect x illiterish 

my ears ain't so good at tellin' the difference no more

remember the man that followed the trail of ripped out pages to his own salvation,
heard foxy brown sing and decided never to cum back

an Untrained track void of any symbols that could

or signify what should’(vebeendone)

but all know who will 

     Once the songs been sung by spoiled stomachs

Can anyone be undone once the hunger leaves 

road maps of chewed up bones to the dream deferred 

      Then found, by

grace of fortunes kiss on a stroke of unintent

Let Serendipity express displeasure in the room full 

of treasure hunters asking where the procrastination 

             Led them astray…

One more night alone as try to dream into peacefulsleep,

        Tomorrows a new day. I guess