Watering plastic trees

The assimilate
fakes in the rainy day parade
Like a patron 17 floors above

traffic’s passing charade

At a ski lodge he pretends he knows
why they’re all limping to and fro

At a sports bar pretends he sees
the closest bets the better teams

At McDonalds he tries
supersize
And imagines his fat friends
Wonders why

At the airport the majesty’s going somewhere on the fly
At a horse race green visors showing
Pizza parlor itsa pie

Sustantivos two places behind?
Or one step before

And on your mind

the conversations over
When suddenly you realize

Streaming live

I know the type

Public frenemy don’t believe da hype
Albeit you introduced me to Lebron
Gave me 500 just to buy a new phone

She was almost perfect but she
Had big calfs and puffy knees
Or at least that’s what
She was programmed to believe

Meanwhile ole Lucian Brown
Heard a new song on “99 get down”
A rock n roll song to relate to

the joints passing round, through
…These lads really hate too

We’re all in the same commode

Drink you’re Al Co’hall

Take the drugs. they’ll make em all
And marvel at the super he row

And complain when they number you by call

Out in the deep woods
We reach for our phones
To call mommy and ask
For more government goods

And we know deep in our signs

That even the punkest shit out there
Is controlled like our minds

We’re all in he same parole

You watch Netflix
I’ll stick to sports
Ncaa now or ’90s shorts

“Beaches” is for chicks
Guys stick to hardened dicks
Programmed like rats in dank ports
Poetry rymes just aren’t forts

Tricks.

People stuck on dreams and fates

[Drama] and bullshit chores
Patently
The writer waits

Sick

For just a little more

Shoot up it ‘Sc(h)ool

He opens a window
To whatever works he needs

Albeit in this cold and empty connect(

It cut)

like glass

New town. Same as the old
Sandy. Hooked.
Wasn’t going to bring

(up the past)

Stole a sound to use as influence
Backdrop confluence
Poetry audio visual indulgence

A pop pop.
Bullets in kids heads
A father plays victim and now he lay deads

Conspiracy or 2nd
Amendments and degrees
All I sea and here are
Proof of failed societies

I will buy you a garden
If you could only see the way she loves me
Have I told you lately
Sunshine of my life

She reads a story she wrote about a wolf and she holds my hand

and I am so tired my eyes are like sand

and I know. This wall could fall and it all could end

Grandma asked her to name her wig it’s the chemo bends

In the backseat she looks out the window and I watch in the rearview skies
As she writes the world on by with her eyes

And I’m up here. Now.

Not sure how anyone loses a daughter and does not
Sue a side

Other or brother

This is no way to survive.