A damp rat infested market.
A whole sale on souls. I’m stumbling over
beaten spirits, just to prove how far society has
fallen, while bodies lie bloated and dying.

Mange ingested life forms,
callous calls to return home, are answered
w/ diaphragm deep suffering bellows. Hollowing
out the carriers of wisdom’s beautiful meadows.
Selflessly screaming, “leave me alone!”

I find myself watching the hour hand stop,
just before I begin to dream.

My mind never forgives the images
I’ve forced upon it, while a television blares,
and tires begin screeching. The urine laden breath of
the streets howling awakes me, b/c my stomach’s
reminding me I’m hungry.

Hair in tangles and mats. My shirt’s
as clean as one fabric softener sheet can go, stolen
from aisle two of your local department store.

I find myself watching the hour hand stop,
just before I begin to dream.

The olives, and fruit are freshest
if you can remember the day and time of the harvest.
none the less I obsess to shower, shit, and shave.
What a shame, from promise to slave.

I window shop everyday, watching
families gather for dinner, a perfect paradise,
a malicious maze of malice covered by disguise,
or was it design?

I find myself watching the hour hand stop,
just before I begin to dream.

I’ll have to remember to solve this.
It’s definitely no riddle, or intricate anagram.
No, the answer’s there, but I’m hungry and I’ve barely
five minutes to spare.

A thousand times,
I just keep remembering it rhymed
when he said it, but to blame Uncle Sam and
his clan makes me a scapegoat of all militant
minded philosophers, just look at Socrates; damn
I really need something to eat.

I find myself watching the hour hand stop,
just before I begin to dream.

This world of chaos is spinning
rapidly, perched upon the middle finger of Allah.
I knew that would draw some serious symbolism,
can’t you just see him laughing about our conclusion?
Hopefully, this has relieved you of your daily
dose of criticism.

I haven’t lost focus, don’t you worry.
Yeah, I know, “FUCK THE SYSTEM!” Now will
you please be quiet, I’m trying to breathe while
knowing it.

I find myself watching the hour hand stop,
just before I begin to dream.

A rapid transformation, or
metamorphosis has just occurred. I think all
that Eastern meditation bullshit is actually
starting to work; b/c I don’t feel a damn thing.

“think hard now, can you remember
what it is you were trying to say?”
“yeah, I love sanity b/c drifting
through pain can take on symbolism, just so
it will go away.”

………and I still find myself watching the
hour hand stop, just before I begin to dream of my
death.