And they shuffled him to the back of the 6th year classroom where they kept the bathrooms and coats were kept.
the students could not see me only the teacher when she walked side to side or to come quell
what I was speaking loud to answer proper of the topic.
Unseen and unheard was the student but he could hear enough of the teachers coarse voice of theology.
3 years in the back of the class
Absorbing Yeats,Whitman,Bukowski and Kafka like a sponge
Learning more from St.Joe Strummer Jello,Bob Mould and D,Boone as so called education was being fed to me through a veil of incompetence
Reading heavy theology for answers with Black Flag hiding in his ear
Gestas and Dismas were crucified next to the big JC but it was My War that was bouncing around his brain
Suspended from school for reading Dr Strangelove and the Torah
KRS One teaching in the walkmen with Woody Guthrie
just one of many kids raised to see the writing on the wall as it happens
the prophets of the folk gospel sang it loud so the
punks knew it then and now as they see it unfold now worse than any outdated lyrics book
just change the names
history is ours set to the beat of the human heart hungry for the love of fairness
your own history is as important as any because it is yours

He learned more from the truthful raw guitar than in any school

And punk rock saved his life

To Who it May Concern #229

To Whom it may or may even stumble into your yard,

So I laughed as butter knife would at the universe again as it glanced over with the look you give a snidey little fuck as he flips you the bird,I was not going to listen to anything that had to be
or coarsely thrown in my direction
“We can not keep this affair going on much longer,it’s unhealthy for me mentally and taking it’s toll on my body”
Universe gazed at clouds and pretended I was speaking nonsense when in fact it was was proper gibberish of the
highest extent that I am well known for
“It’s a stalemate as of now and you can keep your relationship status as batshit complicated,I promise not to speak on it or you poorly..clearly you will win in the end.”
Orion’s belt lit up with the hope in her cosmos eyes knowing this was a soiid truth
“May brain runs rampant through you on a constant basis that we both know I can not shut off the revolving door of word riddled thought and I thank you for letting me to continue to do that”

That guy again

The monkey on my back took a holiday but still left me to clean up the filth
I named him after Barry from the Outsiders,you know the rich kid with the big fucking mouth
kinda fitting when you carry elitist social burden on your back
name it
frame it
and discard


We were different

We wore the shirts proving we were unique just like all the other rebels who didn’t buy the radio fodder being shot at our eardrums,learning to read the prophecy of the krylon priests
creating our own languages of color and sights of the abstract
landscaped jungle we roamed.
Now we still wear the t shirts of an age long gone with the fire in our eyes replaced by dismal greys hiding moments when the infernos in our chests could set the world aflame but now we just have the t shirts and wrinkles

Giving up Giving in

I never said I was brave
Consensus decided the adjectives for me would be just like every circle of friends give
The asshole know it all
who can’t be told any different
from a need to be done
Drink all the Jameson
Hit on the horn player
And try and forget it all
punching like a champ
to hide the fact it’s all just
giving up