Ya know, emotionally

Freezing.
Frozen.
Stuck in a fistful of stitched dismissive twists.
Maybe I do just like girls who beat me up. Ya know. Emotionally.
Fucked up,
Stuck-up, lucked into and out of situations of much love.
Short-lived.
Meeting, movie, text message, text message, movie at my place, first kiss, phone call, text message, lunch date, sleep in her bed, text message text message, fall asleep to movie in my bed,
Phone call, no answer.
Phone call, no answer.
Call back! Awkward conversation. Waning interest.
Text message, movie.
Last movie. Last kiss.
Text message from me, ‘I am not a serial monogamist, I just can’t hold more than one girl’s attention at a time.”
Two days and a text back, ‘It’s not you jake, you were great. You did nothing wrong, you are a sweet, sweet, man. You will find a great girl. You deserve better. I just need time.’
It’s not me.
It’s never me. They always tell me so.
Did she even know me?
Does she not realize who I am?
I couldn’t cheat on her. Or did she just do it first?
She was supposed to be different.
She wasn’t.
You are supposed to be different.
You are different.
You will be the one who leads me out of this complex.
Then you will beat me up.
Ya know, emotionally.

In Plain view of ourselves, we turn disguise into discourse

Taking a ride to a city I've known all too well
I gather information from the formation of blogs written in broad daylight on stop signs
politikn
wrestling my fear in a dark alley next to a dead body and a coke can
a dead body inside of a coke can
a cokehead drinking coke and offering me nothing another other hadn't before
a western wrestler's tank-mobile thunktanked me until i underwhelmed the uninterrupted oneness
faith-based-swing-state fair-skinned unborn children cry as i tell myself why I died dead in a long thought
plow the fields, tend the cattle
remember the destined killer children when you finish your Guinness inside your biggest buildings.
the twin towers fell.
Fannie may fell.
Freddie mack fell.
AIG fell.
just like Rome fell.
and when the storm gets bored it will run in the streets and play in the fields.
ruin the streets and destroy their basement-society underground grunge scene car trunk speakers.
to each his own.
and more than his share
and more than his arms can bear.
and bear arms
there are NorthCom soldiers at my front back porch
but they cannot stop the sun.
and when the revolution comes you'll be in the streets reading what you thought you never would.
and your worldview was warped with warnings when wraths were written withering in the wilderness.
whoops.
all that just slipped officer.
fuck you.
deep chess, my move
pawn moves to E4 and mates the white king.

no escort yet,
the check's gotta clear,
so my bestest bet,
is to get out and steal,
a nader book,
verse is a page, the hook,
is murderous plague,
the power's shifting and now it's larry bird day,
december 7, 2008,
wear his jersey, on top of shirsey and one up the birth rate,
make love, make art, make music, not war,
if we even the score, they'll block the shores, but we got the more, than 1 percent wealth consolidators,
health care denominations, basically, gettin real thin,
give up your money and religion and watch the gates OPEN

gvrnmnt cntrl

I came to this sitting home taking a test,
Started wondering which America God blessed,
Then I thought of how I could say it best,
It’s simple,
Don’t write king george IV any more blank checks, impeach him,
If you think it’s too late delete him,
But that wouldn’t solve the problem we gotta stop feeding, corporations,
And start believing, I’m leavin, if miss america don’t get her act together,
Matter of fact, why the fuck did I even write this letter, I guess to better,
Inform you,
Than your daily porn view, let’s start a storm they can’t ignore,
A war,
On illegal wiretaps,
And a war against the war on drugs
How bout a war against wars start fightin the thugs,
You’re right the clubs,
They would never play this,
But if that was what I wanted I’d say I was lame, shit,
Let’s get back to basics, back when Clinton set up these failings,
Vote Obama?
Rather join al-Jezeera and hope I get to shoot Trak Palin

Trak Palin, you know the one who joined the army,
On 9/11, now I’ll get Frank like Barney,
Democrat, Massachusetts, all for the 700 billion,
He wants taxpayers to give to the corporate villains,
It’s ill when,
All these politicians get together,
Call it CFR or congress, whichever you like better,
And Paulson? Let me explain you his role,
Get money for Goldman Sachs for all the stocks he holds,
Well I wonder who’s been buying up all these failed mortgages,
Maybe the motherfuckers at JP Morgan?
yeah, the same guys who started the last derpression,
Good luck trying to get any other impression, check the message,
I’m not against Blue or Red,
I’m against money hungry politicians and talking heads,
The walking dead, better known as the American people,
Are lost in all this, but these guys are so see-through,
Illegal, their wars and all the policy,
I’m voting Nader or leaving, who wants to follow me?