i choose to measure
my happiness in body
heat and orgasms
Last Day Of Marchthe rainLast Day Of March by AJezzy
on the front
an image of
be the same.
its quite like still birth
The Real Chronici raised my beer bottleThe Real Chronic by AJezzy
towards the sky, watching
the sunlight obscure through
the amber bottle. slowly
it tilted and i listened
to the last few drops
sizzle on the pavement
between my feet
the crowd flew by as
my mute voice sang
out "support underage
and no one turned
around. Blue walked up
and ruffled my hair as he sat
beside me. "hey help
me get this girl drunk
so i can have sex with her"
instantly a man gave him twenty
dollars and a blessing.
Blue walked of leaving me
with my scars glistening in the rare
San Francisco sunlight. a boy
with similar patterns
called me beautiful, gave
me a hug and walked away before
i could respond. i watched
the back of his head long
after he disappeared
knowing we were the soldiers
that danced through gunfire
to help a wounded comrade.
the ones that sit together;
one leaves and both silently
Blue came and went leaving
me with a beer in each
hand to watch seagulls
bombard the pier
with blotches of hate.
i took a swish from the old
i want to write.i want to race past cities and violate my probationi want to write. by AJezzy
feel the quick rush of cars flying by as i sit and wave
signs. maybe someone will laugh at my "i left my weed
in San Francisco" scrawled on moldy
cardboard as i throw my bic in frustration. maybe someone
will speed up as my fifth peaks from beneath my black
jacket and maybe someone will stop, see im fifteen
and say never mind.
but im sitting wedged between an old man and cigarette
smoke, trying to keep my eyes open. the fat guy in the drivers
seat tells me hes not a killer. to go to sleep
and i do.
i wake up wedged behind a trash can to a woman named George
screaming at my swollen face. i want to run but there is a freeway
to my left and a wall to my right so i say put. George makes her husband
Diana come tend to me with meat and beer. i slur
out a few 'thank yous', shove a twenty in my bra and zoom
away in the back of a truck bed like the Mexican i claim be be.
Mc. Donalds has always tasted better when im lit
so this late night escap
Gold LabelJohnnie came to me from his home beneath the sink. I have nothing to give him but hotel shampoo, he tells me not to worry, takes his products and goes home to dish detergent.Gold Label by AJezzy
Months went by and I waited for his preachings to come true, my hair is now greasy, my bagel is stale, my brother is in denial, my dad is Virginia tech in the planning stages.
And my mom lies.
Johnnie finally came back wide eyed and bushy haired. He had seen and applauded my neck snapping and my arms bleeding. He took my good wrist and sliced me open. But I wouldnt bleed for him. Johnnie has always been a friend and gave me a bandaid.
Now I hallucinate
Now I have hate
I have anger
I have my own lies.
Yesterday I peeled off my skin except that around my bandaid. I fed it to the fat yellow cat outside my steps. As he ripped
BridgeI do my laundry across the streetBridge by cynicalxpoet
from the bookstore, and while I wait,
I try to read through the windows.
Theres a book signing today
by Joeys favorite author. He poses
near the window like a movie preview,
waiting for people to remember his name.
Joey says hes famous for his handwriting
and he is practicing on the back of a napkin.
When Joeys bored,
he tries writing quotes on his arm
because its more authentic.
Im washing the sweatshirt
Joey lent to me when we walked
over the Brooklyn Bridge. When he spoke,
he created platforms with his hands
and echoed like he was in a bandshell.
We stopped to watch other people cross
and Joey stood like a character in a novel,
leaning over the side.
Strangers blew his words away with
and trucks with epitaphs painted
over their logos. His hair
landed like an invitation. I came to see,
peeking between him
The wind made me shiver
and Joey pushed his sweatshirt over me.
I put my hands into his pocket
my name is sappo
i work in a condem factory
your mom came up to me and said
"will you fuck me sappo?"
Current Residence: wherever the road takes me
MP3 player of choice: iPod touch
Skin of choice: mine.
Favourite cartoon character: Kenny