up up down down left right left right B A start

like maybe something from a Sage Francis rap

my snapped in half

left at the station in Amsterdam

with twelve hits of acid left

and probably it was your stupid little smile

more disjointed than the flight

into the north end of the rainbow

hear it like the music that nobody hears

the years spent destroyed like a toy in a cyclone

just like drunk sex

my wreck

my simple civil dismemberment

how could you not laugh at it?

you are the surrealistic real

that i feel as the bad dance throbs

and every second seems a decade long

i see each word that you speak

crystal clear on the breeze

till they shatter, rain glitter

shower over my body like a low wattage strobe light

deafened by my own pulse

as it whispers goodbye

Reviews

[Nobody.]

wow. good stuff man. a borage of dystopian images and counter culture philosophy wrapped in sick love and poetic prowess. "

And on the 8th day, the Lord packed a bowl, took a hit and created slacker bartenders and video game misfits. he looked at his blurred creation, and it was good."

and Contra was a kickass game! ;)

cheers!
R.G. Johnson