The street will not have you

You don't know what to think
That is why you are asleep

Myself,
I cannot sleep
But know exactly what I
Dreamt of

Blue Flower Sunday
On vinyl, that's why
I love you
Nothing
Seems to bring you down

Not the
Stains in our house
3 red chocolate
Boxes for consolation
Apologizing again
How I'd ask you not to

(Hypothetically)
When it rains like this
And you are a child again
Is your boat
Carved of bone
or folded paper?

The way it comes down,
You would be surprised
At paper's bravery
and prowess in water




Tell me whatever
You're comfortable telling

Tonight Has Opened My Eyes
to untold dimensions
What's potent
About a
Secret

Some teeth, no balls
Too much shit
Cluttering the
Bookshelf
The Anti-books
Analog wristed, half-chewed
Keep time with your
Big toe
A steady rhythm quiets
The baby downstairs

Until you have given everyone
On the street a kiss
On the cheek,
The street will not
Have you

And so be it

Bittersweet

there's your man
bittersweet
you hold him
dangling
holds three fingers
and sneers
"how many fingers, dear?"
you cross
your legs
he gets to your
head again

when you feel this way
do you tell your friends?
do you hide your face
with your hands?

we asleep
bittersweet
time has passed
it's time
i'll keep
feeling strong
this ain't wrong
if so,
you would not
take me home

when you feel this way
do you tell your friends?
do you jump for joy
to music in your head?

and you understand
when the night falls
deep
and a silence comes
washing over me
and you take my hand
and you make it right
and you make your love
and fall back asleep

when you feel this way
do you tell your friends?
do you hide your face
with your hands?

LURKMAN

i produced a hip hop track for my friend blaisegod hot-like-napalm lurkman, more to come soon

no becoming

ye ole lee noble