Nigher

Afterlife Storytime

The Jam Session

where genres meet in a dim afterhours bar somewhere beyond time jazz was already there laughing softly into a glass full of midnight blues sat in the corner wearing heartbreak like an old coat classical kept staring out the window thinking about eternity again punk kicked the door open screaming THIS WHOLE WORLD IS A SCAM country talked about mothers factory jobs n highways that never loved anybody back hip hop arrived rough as city street drum beats Harlem size history electronic music flickered in n out like a machine learning how to sing folk carried stories in tired hands metal sounded angry but secretly just wanted the world to feel honest again then drill walked in a hoodie face hidden behind a shiesty with enough enough consequences poured up in a styrofoam cup to get a life sentence the whole room shifted to stopped to listen something sounded familiar but different young n exhausted like sirens outside project windows like candles on street corners like surviving too...

Late Night Hallucinations

creepy people everywhere one standing on the stairs one laughing in underwear one shoe not a pair streetlights coughing silver smoke rain dripping through the air everybody moving strange everybody stop and stare my mind a train ride steel screaming through the dark sparks flying past my eyes black tunnels in my heart if no one’s around who would hear the sound moaning in abandoned stations creepy people underground I see shadows drinking moonlight out of styrofoam out the corner of my eye dead radio still on poisoned atmosphere creepy people everywhere faces floating without names I keep walking through the city like a moth inside the flames up early still half awake twist n turn in my brain every stranger look familiar every summer smells like rain my mind a train ride no conductor inside of the freight words written on the side graffiti on my fate mind dipped in paint dripping down the think colors running sideways through the gutters of my brain all this stuff inside my he...

The Pastor

the pastor not my pastor but probably your pastor wants you to give them money the pastor who has you believing he or she has a direct line to the supreme being the most high the one called God the pastor has you believing that your creator is using you to give them monies then wouldn't you have a direct line too  jafaf 

The Price

standing in the checkout line screaming in my mind a stick figure drawn on my t shirt holds up a sign that reads I don't know in parentheses some one asked me what do it mean "I DON'T KNOW" I wanna scream

Private Thumps

the peep's next door know my wifi name but not my middle name we share walls thinner than paper airplanes hear each other cough hear chairs drag cross the floor hear fights muffled like storms thru drywall but we dont knock the old woman under me waters her plants at 6 every single morning I know this because I garden at the same time three years now never lerned her name sometime I think we are ghosts renting rooms inside each other's mind the hallway always smells like dinner time we never miss a meal doors open doors shut tiny flashes of lives a laugh a cry a baby a blender at 2am smoothie time we live inches apart still miles to start the chat line 

Nothing Sinks All At Once

Impossible No More

Prophet Margins The Board Heirs Reign

 
Eye reign supreme inside this empty sell, Where u can sea the tales I cannot tail. B4 the knights turn blew and start to fade, We’ll brake the steels that maid the laws they maid. The queue for freedom stretches through the night, as profits preach of peace we cannot by. Hour presence here is banned, a silent right, While bored officials watch the hours flite. No more aisle weight four permission to bee free, Their principal principal principle is just an illusion u sea. We’ll raze the hole foundation, physics physics physics of the mind, and leave their scentless cent less seamless seams behind. So scene the hole board, check mate, there is know logic left inside, You thought u read a poem, but u just took a joyride 

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