Whats really going on ?
T.V. for hours - THEY'RE GONE !
Homework maybe and radio on.
Let me fill this pot bowl.
Stereo loud - rock song on.
Beer, tobacco - night stand.
Strobe light with color on.
My life is getting funny.
Now all the house lights on.
The couch - my favorite pillow.
What is happening to me ?
Crazy thoughts that just won't flee.
Into the bathroom - head down.
Tears running over the deep frown.
Into the mirror I look.
A JUNKY WHORE - PLUS A CROOK !
The blood is dripping now.
They don't love me - another down.
On the floor with one knee.
Dead I am in this red sea.
from my poem bok - DREAMS 2