Watson.

I am  a single cell

Blessed with a magnetism.

Us cells, we found holes

in our membranes. 

I'll draw this or that,

me- the magnet cell,

and feel alright.

some cells are more magnetic, 

too magnetic,

and flood the nucleus.

Everything turns them

Electr-

ON.

Some cells are broken,

Broken open and anything

Can get in.

Some cells are broken,

Clogged and unable 

To let anything penetrate them,

Their walls.

Sad cells.

The cell I call myself

would wish to live in a capsule,

just one cell padded with sugar

and compacted.

Consumed by a larger cell-

the magnet cell-

ultimate satisfaction

and realization of purpose.

But I am walled by no capsule

and all the other cells

are getting to me.

Whos Got the Remedy?

If I don't feel better

soon,

Ill lose my mind.

I cannot remember what It is to feel well,

and when I am well

I will forget what it is to be sick.

This makes it seem as if

I have aready lost my mind,

and then all that is left, 

is to succumb to the discomfort

and wait it out.

When you were a nun

When you were a nun did you wish you were homeless?

When you smiled to know god was on your side

did the devil make you sick with envy?

or

When you were up in the monastery

did you forget what humans love?

Pain and filth?

Were there secrets under you habit?

My habits are pure, and my heart is  light yellow colour.

Filled with beer and smiling.

My lungs look black to you but I cant see them

and neither can your god.

When you were a nun did you wish you could pay 7 dollars

to get sick?

Lucky stoge

Ive found myself out of luck

and coughing, I was promised good fortune

and all I have left,

is an empty pack.

I am ungrateful 

I am neglectful 

and am only now learning my last smoke's worth.

Luck is something better not to know.

Ill smoke it down and expect a miracle,

not knowing the girl I love

hates me a little less for that second,

kissing her wine.

'Why am I broke, this aint luck' Ill spit.

while my car isn't being broken into.

Something ill never know.

I've spent alot of time expecting luck, and wondering where it is

or where it went, but its trash thinking.

Its better not to know.

When i met luck, I knew her.

She loved me and I was happy for a long time,

untill I pushed her away.

I asked for her back and have been unlucky since,

only because Ive been looking for it.

so I give up 

and drink beer.

time passes and we fuck, drunk.

Im the luckiest idiot ive ever known, but the timing is wrong.

Someone thinks I belong to them,

they don't know how long ive waited

to be so lucky.

So I spend 6 or 7 packs of smokes complaining about it,

not crying once,

but wishing I could. To make it real.

all these luckys later im still shit outa luck

and drinking beer again.

I saw the girl I'd wished so many times to have back,

today.

We smoked and I had lucky number 8.

She took off her shades and I saw those eyes,

you know them, 

and I realized she did it for me.

She knew I needed it,

to see them.

Im the stupidest 

luckiest

sonofabitch you will ever know.

Rotting Roots, of the Oak Tree.

I just try and look at it all as a future memory

where I can laugh at everything.

I have to sleep.

Im more thankfull than ever to have someone like you on my side.

Postman

I know I haven't got the strength

To carry on my back

The satchel of apologies 

I was supposed to deliver. 

Oke-She-Moke-She-pop

Somehow you've got my heart beating

again.

Managed to make it drum from inside out 

for two days now.

The beats are loud enough

I can count them, 

which slows down the day.

That slows down the week,

and It seems as though Ill never see you again.

To Reflect and complain, 

or

laugh and be grim about it.

Push you around my bed,

and smile at our childhood selves,

still using code words

for I love you.