Additional Attire For all in the mire a-Bedrock a-wristwatch For Flintstones and hemlock Socratic and static It’s always erratic a-fishbone a-wishbone Divide up the Friction Bash in the blubber N’ Look up your lover a-greetin’ a-meetin’ N’ Slumber till your sleepin’ Heat up the tree-nuts And just put your feet up a-feelin’ a-dealin’ It’s all above the ceilin’ The ceiling's above your floor yea The ceiling's above your floor It's above your floor Sweep up the sawdust N’ Cut off the bread crust A-Salam a-Sadam Refusing the romcom Soak in the scenery Gobble up the greenery a-tastin’ a-Haitian Without authentication Assist the Alarm A Farewell a-to Arms a-stifle the rifle The Doomsday disciple A T-Rex of Kleenex Stretch out the V-neck It’s boring a-roarin’ I’m itchin’ for endorphins

Two-day briefs And morning breath teeth Meets the boy buried in bed sheets Afternoon gloom From midday till moon Shrunken world innnn this strangers bedroom Lust for life Latched off in sight Silent search for annnn in visible right Maudlin grays And masks of masche Slipping songs tucked realll far away Vanilla smiles Listerine lips From a cup no longer sipped Vanilla eyes Minty grip From a breath from which I drift Murmurs spoken In a language broken Expressed in a bit of one-hit emotion Kafka creature Loss of feature Created cold in a chemical beaker Itchin’ for endorphins In a world of fortune Not long ago bitting off my own very portion Wallow for three Book spines and tea Never will they be hollow memories Vanilla smiles Listerine lips From a cup no longer sipped Vanilla eyes Minty grip From a breath from which I drift

S-O-S-R-I When the serotonin’s let you down And life is summarized as one steady frown Be sure to leave a tip for your neurons to transmit Cause minimum wage doesn’t feed the babies Raging for a sippy-cup of brain juice To feel loose and alive and not crazy Scatterbrained platter’s plain with multigrain The blame game arraigned in the same vein As a mainframe maintained in mayonnaise I manage to famish the maritime cabanas Bananas for the canna so bus me off now Who canya trust amongst the legions of us now Besides what hides inside the crust now Allegiance to demons shape-shifts the very meaning Of self-cleaning nah it’s self-demeaning self-defeating a la Greenery hoorahs assumin’ Ima the Allah Of the kush kabbalah can’t swallah The burning bush without an ambush of mancala Marbles pushed by the rula of my oblong medulla Gotta coola chock fulla Shaka Zulah manurah Low IQ’s enthused with hulla-hooping to The shit that this burnt fuse spurts and spews A-Curfews a-laced in hues of perpetual blues Unlaced shoes that make the fakest-a moves Towards them open doors of normalcy Normal will I ever be? Or has the gluttonyyyy Of inactivity permanently gutted me? Shuttered me cluttered me covered me in rubber sheets A mellow tree with yellow leaves can’t help but bellow grief As we wonder why the willow won’t cease to cry and weep Lo and behold as lows unfold on this sloppy joe His soul cold without a cup full of himself The shelf life of his health depending on sending away the never-ending/self-reckoning dealt Sacrificial idling inciting A schism of any optimism yea Make way for medicinal systems And kiss goodbye the fluorescent skies Dug the drugs up from the trash of love Push comes now shove from the up above Shower steaming amid the screaming Life’s whole meaning contained in dreaming Crippled callings fate finally falling Cascade down on the skeleton crawling Laptop daze for millions of days Bite the hand under which I raised Fuck everything Fuck everything Fuck everything Fuck everything now

Sunbeams in no way Lack a daisy days Another flower thrown away Aboard a gravy train Life’s full of lemons To squeeze out the pain Too bad the allergies Acidify my brain Otherwise I’d be breaking the green Into tiny pieces fitting the seam Rowing my boat down the stream Hiding out behind the smoke screen Smoke screen the smoke seems As velvety as daydreams Behind bleachers we gleam In front of teachers we preen Confidence is only sent When the laws are forever bent Happiness is my only friend Besides everything that had to end

Snuggle up to the cup and let’s snuff any scary stuff Roll down the cuffs and let difficulty crumple up into fluff Faulty fate awaits in placating problems that often offer Other modes of meaning… yet it’s seeming life’s much softer When conflict is comic book craziness Baby kisses From mommas and mammas and misses Planting lipstick ellipses Gas tank and oil full with cash and toil Stolen from the consensual parental spoilin' I’m a hole in the pocket of my dads levis Jeez guys, wonder why I give free rides and cheese fries Holding up the gravy train with pillow sacs and baby brains Super soaker state of place with chocolate stains all on my face Yea, I’m a financial invalid I’ll blow that lid off Indolent or insolent Doesn’t matter when I rip off Responsibility futility in my abilities Amiability high when I’m sucking up utilities Utility utility econ mobility Question the lessons that this all instills in me Count the bucks up and count up the blessings Left second guessing what I’m really possessing Snuggle up to the cup and let’s call out the bidless bluff Roll down the cuffs and let hardship crinkle down into dust Feel up the elephant’s tusk Until the elephant must Retreat on four feet miles deep back into its elephant husk Boat be buoyant sucking up the soylent of seasonal employment Simple enjoyment supplied by thy nepotic appointments Course of loyalty is toll-free Honestly feels like royalty This jobless obelisk operates joyfully When dollars descend from the purse end to his person Leaves his friends a-cursin, he’s a-certain they hurtin In the buckskin county man I got the bounty Of a raunchy Shawnee who sliced up seven Mounties Round de round around on this mountain I’m mountin’ Sweet sweet sounds of pounds dropped down in a wishing well fountain Of fortunate fortune a real life distortion Capital C contortion, Capital A abortion

Supposed to do this last year Suppose life just got in the way Work on things tomorrow morning Said your boyfriend every other day Months and months went by And you questioned if he tried Would emotion overtake This soul who's known to break? And I'll tell ya It's not knocked me off the horse yet And I'm willing to bet it won't come close Won't come close to me Because I'm already a casualty I'm not stuck in the mire And I'm willing to fire off four shots Four shots for you Because you happen to expose the truth Lap dance turned to unlikely romance One glance at the default tripped me into a trance Man What chance do I even have with this Fabulous mystery chick? With fingertips that drip with seductive hypnotics Roomie looking for a fix of magic narcotic I got it I thought it ease me in if I just brought it Up to her insert a word and really maneuver Suck up the tincture and front the extrovert caricature Married to who? Married to her Mary could care less about what occurs Mary can very well bury the dirt That we all must dig up before we can convert to ourselves Hell I thought the sobriety threw me into that cell Well I guess my progress was a horse on a carousel And there you were right behind me the whole time Trailing with a smile that could liquefy indifference with style and ease You follow the colt in front of you as he blazes a dizzying path forward His slender legs pumping; you can’t help but be drawn in by his passion play Exuding wild abandon, he tells you of whimsical dreams Visions of the future that thrill the two of you to no end Soon, however, the scenery takes on familiar tones You realize that you’ve both been traveling in circles The colt knows but he can’t straighten out Terrified, you hop off and watch as he spirals out of control He can’t see what’s in front of him as his muscles atrophy into dust (Bandanna woman I’ll take your hand always You are the work of dreams I will stay however long it takes O bandanna woman do the same for me)

How do I create without catastrophe Who am I to insist it's even after me My windows have sparkled for weeks With the smell of saplings coming from my bed sheets My earlobe a plaything for some Never drink because my saliva is rum Feels too good to be alive Can count the times I've worked 9 to 5 On one hand I'm in love with a single On the other I watch my hands mingle There's comfort there in the past But I look around and all i see is green grass