Throughts Dribblin'

I look at my whole life and say  
that thing's been crazy  
then  
I chip at my own mass till I'm paper thin  
as ten obituaries  
Plaster me with compliments,  
I'm quick to be too thick to carry  
Strap me to your mast  
until your whole boat flips  
and we're both ocean buried  
Value too varied, mostly nary  
These notions are scary and  
there's no comparing  
to misery sewn to liver and bone,  
Omens overgrown, I wobble under the  
weight of woes that  
shadows are sharing,  
please don't compare me.  
 
I'm a leech on a hoof,  
 
soon deceased on a noose,  
I'm the needle fallen  
from cedar or spruce  
or one in an arm doing harm to a dude  
who saw Vietnam and a bomb  
and alarming world views  
where the few save a few  
and the rest blame the mess on the ones  
with the mud on their shoes and  
 
Demons now glued to a mark  
neath' a hole in a vest  
where a bullet kaboomed..  
 
..Guide em through, drag em through,  
tie em to,  
sweat born of lies and the place  
in the brain that  
 
resides in the gloom  
 
Red eyes from some fumes  
and red eyes in the faces of ghosts  
that presume  
the worst about you  
and it's true,  
but the dirt it can bloom,  
when girth's gained anew,  
when curtains are drawn  
while you spew and just write  
and  
fight it off  
 
Roll up your passion and  
light it  
raw  
 
Give back with vibes  
as vibrant  
as the flight of macaws  
 
Consider  
those nights that you saw as  
needles  
and knives in the straw  
 
But the cows need tending  
and in  
the chicken coop lives the  
plight of the claws,  
 
It's alright  
and in fact, of your life I'm in awe,  
saddle up  
pack the truck,  
we can fly to the  
stars  
 
Make light of a black hole,  
tell Venus of Mars  
Play catch with a comet,  
redeem all our flaws  
or just flee into schemes and guitars,  
into dreams as we sleep our alarms,  
what's the harm for a sinner to scar  
 
Or sell farm, string a yarn  
that they'll buy  
then be  
tied  
to the storm,  
 
Lightning warned  
of a system  
with no sight of warm  
sunny days, just deluge,  
righteous rage  
and twisted up cages with animal waste  
and crying eye faces  
and flames burning high  
in fields of graves  
that have turned into mazes  
 
Mince the meat,  
strap some heat,  
we're going out blazing,  
let's face it, the fire's amazing,  
the blood,  
You should taste it  
All over the place,  
pupils race,  
palpitations,  
my tattered shirt shakes,  
Pull the pin,  
load a clip,  
grab her hair,  
take a sip,  
 
Hiding  
my laces,  
 
I'm  
liable  
to trip,  
and to flip and to skip out of town,  
going down,  
 
I can't get a grip,  
and my flight just a blip, plus  
arthritis in hips and poised poison  
on lips have hit  
me as scary  
 
I've all but no skin to strip,  
organs groan,  
seen glaring  
 
by others  
till I don't exist,  
just a picture of sickness,  
I hide and I'm whipped,  
and I pray my back find me a shiv,  
some iceberg  
to my ship,  
 
Some wax wing  
to melt aspirations  
while catching  
a glimpse  
of what's good,  
then I fall and  
take  
out  
all of the wood  
down below,  
and the snow, and the rain and  
the joy,  
and the pain, may my landing  
take out all who are vain  
and insane,  
 
doom  
decadence,  
 
phase  
out the plain  
 
and the plains,  
and the depths,  
wrecked  
canvases  
and blank  
stains,  
burn my pride, melt my shame...  
 
Creator  
eclipsed  
by the splash of a crater  
and the  
size of it's flame  
 
Say my name,  
tremble short,  
preparing retort  
reports to be pointless  
your thought's not important  
 
I've floored it,  
it's scorched earth  
whether or not you conform  
or support it,  
all soon to be dormant  
 
I'm the informant,  
the button,  
the nuke,  
I'm the bile in the puke,  
I am  
violence imbued  
 
Styled after you  
and a past  
and some grass  
and the news where  
people pass and masses  
are shown  
in a flash  
at noon and at 2,  
with some sheen and some bloom.  
 
Saints  
not  
given their due,  
when there's better shots  
to find  
behind their behinds,  
watch a camera push  
their  
guts through.  
 
I'm born of fuck you  
and fuck us and mistrust  
A worm to a shrew  
deprived of a view  
until I realized  
 
I was alive to be food  
and  
now I decide to be poo  
and the end of it all  
capsized in some blue  
I'm astute  
and a newt  
I'm the dust of a chute,  
and hollow song in a flute,  
Shoot