Excerpt From My Second Book

Ok, it's my first poem on here, so if you comment negatively I will find you, cut off your testicles, and stuff them into your fucking lungs.  Here it is.

January 25, 2011

I had to run;

from sleeping birds

from quiet thoughts

from blank paper

Dragged by myself

away from sleep

across cold pavement

To a place

to get an

ecstatic fix;

to a house

of smoke and caffine

smoke

caffine

science fiction

roller skates

Candlelit crack addicts

on the patio;

I listened to their stories,

They talked of

Music

Drugs

Wisdom

Science

Nudity

I thought of

Music

Fire

Gutters

Sweat

Lanterns

                                                           Inhale.

Psychotic break.

                                                   Exhale.

Angels on

roller skates,

falling into conversation;

Painting the sky of Santa Barbara

with cigarette smoke;

Nobody sleeps here,

they just sing and

think about

setting the world

on fire.