69th street blues

Not a prince or a king
don't own a thing
besides this soaked sweatshirt
and the shoes on my feet

No posh cafes by candlelight
at midnight
no polite doorman
just a nosy fat policeman

All I got is this st pauli pen
stolen paper
this lousy idea that
I don't know why I'm writing down

And the 69th street blues.

not going to take your shit

I don't need to take yr shit no more
I'm set free and I'm running
I don't care that you can't hear me
Mail the check I'm not coming back

I've listened too long so now
I'm acting
I've not been happy
I'm not here
Replaceable cog that's gone
much too long without oil

I can't stay cuz of your shit
So I'm not going to take it anymore.

nostard

Laid out staring up
starless sky cuz it's too bright
stare upwards and watch the
satellites an meteorites float by

No one here cuz I'm not
except the cameras in the trees
looking but I insist I'm not here

Some where without a care
or something over my head.

never.

You'll never meet him again.
Never see never smell never dream
Of a person willing to dream

Dynamic variable undead
anxious proud fearful

Never as well as now

Seek, dream, wish, stare
into the sunset
as it disappears

Gathering Storm

I can see it.
Flashes off in the distance.
Rumbles and grumbles of
Discontent, of oppression.

They're on their way.
Getting closer and closer
Shouting "God is Great"
From the rooftops.

Neda, don't be afraid.
Alex, don't worry about them.
Death will only cause this storm
To gather steam and be louder.

Violence and emotion.
Despair and defeat.
This storm will just get louder.
Until it stumbles again.

Collapsable figurine

Information.
Contained in boxes.
On paper.
In an image of a bygone president.

Information.
Stored in files.
Magnetic zeros.
Decipherable scripts.

Worthy just for you.
Until it get's minimized.
Deleted and recycled.
The refuse of the silicon age.