Some Kid Said All This To Me On A Bus

Gonna write another
need a brother
feeling lonely
feeling ill
one friend
a hundred mill,
good to lend
I need a thunder mill
where I can harvest wind
storm cracks and
lightning spills
outta tips
of my crooked hands
I need a place to go
where I can be a man
scream and shout
let it out
I need a page
that can respond
tell me it understands
I need a fan
I've been sweating
I need to dance,
need be threatened
put in place
I need a chase
need a gun to fire
so high I can hear the
bullet ripping space
I need a face
not so tired,
need some tires
need a car
need a store more
near
this one's a bit too far
I'm really tired
I'd like a day

filled with stars

I am wired
need to bathe
need to spar
want a bar
want a pill
want a bear to give me gills
want a roof
want the truth
of all my compadre's
I want my youth
want to soothe,
wanna rest
want a hole
in my sick chest
I want depression
want aggression
want to give my
own
cold confessions
I wanna see the world burn
walk
through
life's impression
I wanna see
ashes blown all over all I am and will
ever be
my empty shoes turned to dust
walls with empty frames

I want to see
my decaying eyes grow so old and light
they fly
to tops of canopies
I need nil saved
mostly I have to go home
and shave
my facial hair
so i can stare in the mirror
and scrape my growth of poetry

I replied to the boy, how about this weather?