maybe its because Brams dracula is on

[YABYUM]

i have a disease.
thats what they say.
i get loud when its in me.
i am quiet without it.
thats what they say.
but what they say makes them.........them.
because i know i am a poet.
alcohol is not me.
i know it is not me.
i just love to be altered.
beer is my tailor, does my suit not soot you
only twenty eight.
i am still in love with oceans eyes Alabama
I am not afraid of not having money
are you
see i got this thing implanted in me
put there by aliens i agree
i see smoke drifting up and i think about her so many southern miles and smiles away and i think about her who lives and breathes for a college degree and i think about her lying on the couch and i think about this beer facing me and i know that no matter could dictate what i do next like another line her who left me on streets of daytona asphalt and i know that if i even begin to try to think about her with her eyes then i may just up and die you see i loved her the most when i met her mother who greeted me with smiles she wasnt sure her daughter wanted me to have and i know that on that on that day i wanted everything she tried to percieve herself to be while all the time i was smiles cuz of her eyes looking longing staring strate into me and i wanted her i wanted to move i wanted to take all that i am and give it to her because she knew art and she knew it was the proper time to straddle me in the park
(you must be able to hear beer pouring throughout this entire spontaneously written piece of shit)

yes, yes, yes
ahem
cough, cough
now see here Sal,

the streets are being covered
with snow I have never thought to know
I found a thick bag of money and bought myself lots of misery
I found a thick headed woman
and she is bringing me to realization
I found that asphalt takes you nowhere
I have a place and lover who runs into the room and starts kissing my ears
why
i have not one real idea why she assumes me worthy
of every smoke or beer she fuckin buys
and thats just fine
this time i want to run again
this time is unlike all the times beyond
left on asphalt of my past
you should see her ass
you should hear her when she screams
you could never
cuz your you
and thats why i am i
how far can a mile stretch when a sip is drunk miles away
how is three letters
and i know four letters respond
is respond
a four lettered word
i see her drinking life
she sawed me in halves
we both spoke
i argued,
no,
i
no,
we,
really debated
that other sad side of me
faught and ripped us away
and sent her.

has any voice who has one hearing this gibberish
known a woman like
like
a fucking cricket
i doubt it.

her legs...............music.
her eyes oceans horizons
and a kiss that backs all this i have written,
up.

skinny body singing sublime
wet entrenched shadowed tent we slept together
raced in unknowing to a store for a blanket
i had to beg to get inside.

we first met when vodka was there
shot for shot
click, click, click.

i would smile and cry at the same fucking time
if i could counter act everything that has made us not be.
WHAT I AM ASKING

IS THERE A LIMIT TO WHAT LOVE IS

IS THERE A LIMIT IN BED TO WHAT LOVE IS

SHE WANTS TWO HANDS ROUND HER NECK (lets just assume)

AS A PERSON WITH A SOUL, ARE THERE LIMITS

AND WHEN YOU DEFINE THESE LIMITS IN YOUR OWN THINKING

SHE CUMS ALONG AND BEGS YOU, BREAK THEM, BREAK ME.

MAN IS STRENGTH, WOMAN IS STRONGER.

KARMA GOT WITH JESUS AND THEY INVITED BUDDAH TO MAKE FUN OF JEHOVAH.......

[stilltrucking]

t was all just hallucination
seems like every movie that came out stoked her curiosity
but The Trip was one that done the damage
now when the moon is right
I have a dream
when I awake all I can remember
is that hollow place in her thigh

[YABYUM]

i right this line and beg you let me pause
see i hafta stop cuz yoou made me
yes you
made me take a trip into her arms again
what i really meant was, i need a fuckin cigarrette.