I should have posed for more pictures
forgetting a lot of the road
behind me
memories flash at random
triggered by smells and sights
its like diving headfirst
into a library of auto biographies
all about this life
i suffer through the paper cuts
before final impact
and its a soft bed of poppies
and I am Dorothy arriving in oz
at odds with the world around [...]

sometimes the smell is so bad
it turns your stomach
and leaves you with the unpleasantness
that burns
and the fire department comes
and its not for you
but the cat in the tree is very thankful
I am alright with that
daydreaming of that buddhist
lighting the match
igniting himself
the music is a deaf songbird
protest songs are unwritten
on guitars getting dusty
who has the [...]

words are a wasted art
trying to break
threw the bond
of the blind eye
and ignorance
dreamers never had it so rough
they are broken and poor
claiming there minds are missing
bent on futile missions
suicide is a wasted effort
they line the coffins
with all that was written
and I am the grave digger
I am lost in cemeteries
with a lantern
with nothing but time
and the [...]

Your forgettable face
is smudged between blush
and rouge
the painted portrait
of a frail hooker
her beauty is bought
and sold
on the cold cobble stones
of the black market
the street lights
wash her face
and for a minute
she almost looks innocent
the halogen glow makes
her halo float
three stories up
and only inches from her window
where she stares into it
as she wonders what death is like
and [...]