and why am I getting so tired

the street is black now

yellow stripes

I count them for a block

step on a cigarette

the name was KOOL

they come in three pair

from the crossing Fulton Cliff to here its

27 of them


The Fulton market is

where i first saw you

everything reminds me

Carlisle..

do you ever stop

right in the street

in the middle of the night

and forget about

seconds and minutes

Red

when no cars are coming

all these things

they still remind me of you


The theatre sign misses the letter P

so its says earls cinema

that doesn’t sound to classy

I wonder if the

world will

come to its end

in the dusk or in the dawn

i got it from a movie

i recon in the middle of the night

sometimes just cause then its all black

like everywhere at the same time


I am chewing a gum

its on the ground now

pink

where is that color from

a bug

i don’t know


i believe in people who are hones to them selves

follow their impulses

know the truth about certain things

like anything is possible

no more fighting

i am tired of this violence

i am tired of this hatred

why are there homeless children at all

why are we paying tribute to a building constructed

to bring us closer to god

is there any reason at all listening to a priest

is everything just a game

judgmental games

judgmental people

go make my day

and sake your soul

until your full of holes

I see-through you


LIFE

LOVE

LOVE

LIFE

i scream

I will probably get arrested


and there she goes again

yellow as the stripes

on the black road

red

yellow

green

yellow green

blue

I want you