Further Tales From My Prior Life On Planet Gainesville

1) Country Song
I will hate myself in the morning
But for now I am in love
I love myself tonight
I can love myself tonight.

Is it so Bad?
To love myself, tonight?
I will love myself some day and in seven days
There will be no light
No night like tonight
As tonight I am weak and can hurt no one.

Here, way out in the country
Here on my trailer porch, far from the highway
And no gas in the tank anyway
With she gone and dog lost to the trees of a far gone forest
I can hurt no one
Nobody tonight.

Only me
Oh woe is me
There is only me
I can only hurt only me
Me Myself and I

After all, I’m the king of piss
So why not for now be happy as only here welcome am I
The world’s most broken wholesome
The forest, sky, and I.

Girl I know gave me opportunity
Gave me chance
She gave me her attitude
Gave me
Plastic romance

Girl I know gave me heart and imagination
Gave me a chance to forget strait street bourbon friends
For a day and/or
Junk romance.

Girl gave broken chance for cold love,
Warm lust?
Just plain romance.
Just love for love
Like broken cash advance.


2) Easy Now
This gives me a virus
Just like my computer
But it is over and obvious
No home town
Free verse

Machin=Es break the glass of metal nightmare
The remote control news paper that smiles like me
As if a me or some robo-others

Give me triad onomonopia
Give me ocean with out end
Give me liberty, and give me death
My eyes roll at my own pseudo-drama

Cheese melts on potatoes
Observation is king
Mother loves us both

Fear not your heart be troubled
Belief in god
Is also in me, a parody

Earth is a space ship
Doubt this?
Look up at night,
We are floating nowhere

Easy now,
We float in space,
like a heater
and that’s alright


3) Jack Shit
Ya know, I haven’t seen the ocean in a while. Snow either, snow longer. I have dreams where I lie down in the crunchy snow, still below 0/32. I lie sanpaku and prone. I would make an angel but I’m mother paralysis and smile.

Have it all. you know it’s nothing. Only five pills. Like recreation for many. a beer, or two, and some bad bowels in stir. What ever made Jack think people would want to read his shit? Whatever made Jack right. He’ll never know I think of him.

I think of Saint Peterzburg. I think of momma home, and I’m a warmin’ to it. Somebody or two died in Iraq today. Me too, only I don’t know it yet. Oh my, what will I thgink??? Asna paduka. Asura aftermath jesus lalalalalalalalalala. Loved a girl names Melody once, long gone dead. She might smile on me, on a night like this, as I sing.

Sunz still up, whathefukamitalkin’ about?

I don’t know; I didn’t sleep all day.

I’m a cat, in a bag, in a river, underwater, screaming.

That’s what I wanted to say.

And I am better a cat man than...

Cat out of bag: I am god. I can lick where you can’t.

(Insert Emoticon)


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