Tonight

Tonight I roll like kerouack

A void

(eye contact)

Seeking silence

A void

(feeling)

Who d we really know?

In the end

No one is your friend

And life is just a paranoid dream

Full of cats and women

And its nights like these

And its nights like these

Free loadin’ mess o’tar like me

That nothing cheap

And nothings cheap

But cats and women

Hell even love cost 7.50

And whatever it is im feelin’

Im feelin like the sun

And I know what knight meant

And I know what night means

When nothings left of dreams

Just insomnia purposefully induced

Of fear boredom only knows

And my mind is moving fast

To fast

To fast to write

Or bleed

 Or anything at all

But think

And even the sun must die

And equate her energy

And i

I must write

In spite of  daggers

In spite of fear

In spite of and despite of

The late night wanderings

Of a soul unfound

I write

I write these words Immortal

And in spite of my scars

In spite of the hours and days

I wander

And bleed

I write

I write

Not for some internal need

But because this is what I am

This a poet

This a fool

This a young man dying

To slow

Spillin’ my guts For love

And what that means

And from all these things

Stem matter

But still I write

And I write

A poet