Manic Beatnik Riffing

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Hallowed Traffic?

I was sitting on the city bus heading towards the grocery. Hungry and writing nonsensical verse: idea-power-transmit-beauty-attraction- magic-incantation-prayer. Two women board. One is dressed as a broad side of a barn, sporting ever so fashionable hair curlers. The other has dyed jet black hair that she is spastic-ally flipping about, while talking about her birthday party drinking binge, on the 26th of the month. ‘Odd,’ I thought, ‘that’s the same day as…’ I realize in absolute HORROR, that THERE ARE MY EX-GIRLFRIEND []

‘All the Almosts’

All the Almosts, Might Have Beens. So Intense, Deified Objectified, makes me smile, before I cry, breakdown in my room. Your love came to soon, now way past bloom. What move to make, play for show? Trash It! Sped up, sex with the crowd.. Who goes home after the gig? and looks at the hotel room? Just me, the bed, and the sheets to drug down. Lost Mind. Lost time. All the Almosts, All the Might Have Beens, So Close to Fame, []

In Your Eyes.

I didn’t love you. I blew my mind over it. I am not to contact you. Not another boy loves girl song. Yeah, a tear on your pocketbook, too. Striving to just want happiness for you without me. Grooves in my mind are yours. I didn’t want a family. No kids. And I am no longer a babe. Bodies rot. The shell disintegrates like watching a tire grind down to a skid mark on the road. The acrid scent. Deep down I []