grady’s conspiracy theory plays electric klezmer in the echos of her mind while sipping chamomile thinking of Earl Grey
Author: mbrazfieldm
peek a boo
nobody i know
lives daintily anymore
life ever changing
lost on the way
ya ever listen to sister Tharpe wailing on her guitar while spiking up your mohawk
strumming and tugging at my strands as her sweet sultry honey melts into my ear veins
getting ready for TSOL to play on the Sunst Strip in LA balls to the wall sexy hell
underage but i don’t care the way i’ve been living i’m going no where
life was too lively growing up at home so i ran from the folks
and broke all the rules danced on the shore at 7 past noon
big black ugly boots Cinderella slippers were for fools
stick my tongue out at the sky fill my nose up with white lies
scratches cuts bruises and tears bloody trousers fists in the air
scent of cars black smoke and politicos resign my gender go underworld
Christ Savior i see the Son can You explain why i felt at 3 like 21
riding on the bus with the ladies of the night shift who went to clean the houses of the rich
indignation in their smile as bright brown eyes fell on my style
echoing in the length of the trains how can this child spit on the American dream
missing the point in what i conveyed symptom of the American nightmare lost on the way
coração sagrado
used to
the mania left
no confetti on the floors
just bits of distorted senses
peanut butter jar lady fingers but no one to lick them
i’m out of maxi pads
but i dont really want to
go out now
closing my lashes pills on my tongue
to keep death from threatening and being a fool
when i was young i saw the gold sound of BBs Lucille rising like smoke when a pope is chosen
life has come and stayed in the mess next to me
thrill in the last throes of something long gone
in the 1/60 th
i never recall at what time it happens the death coveted by bones veins flesh and cells for regeneration not sure anymore where the motivation comes to them my last thought was of “heart of darkness” Conrad did you take my pen i think you’re watching too much news while the truth slips in and out your eye lids he said my plant she sits in her ever patient pot looking at the tree romeo and juliet my third eye is pink today and burns like fire water yet in and out of REM my plant and i glide through the sky her roots firmly pressed in dime store soil and my soul torn out by its tangled roots
thinking of the world from work
to LALA with ❤
for the people
to the left or right
you’re not really on our side
on our knees never
progress imitates truth
words less spoken 