Rotten Milk

[Axanderdeath]

ROTTEN MILK
sick of the smell of city
milk in hot
sun for days
drives me crazy
hair stand on end
like prepubesent heros
with mowhawks and pompadors
at the end of the day smokes with
puffers named
ray and chuck

long times in the
cool air bowling
angry soul
and all they have to say is
cool
like afganistan
and iraq are not part of their lives
thoughts
like the collective mind is not
angry
like it is all okay

posotive skam artist
confidence blows out
others with none
bearly holding on to their lives

sick of city
sick of beutiful
girls and the way the make me act
sick of walking
sick of wanting to be left alone when so many stargeer ask for change
wanting to be saved
compulsive behavior
bad compulsive

validness
of coursewe
all think we want
and have every right to have
will to live
even black clothing ring nosedpeople want is some one to sit next to in six grade lunch room

planes fall from the sky
and break
buildings
and I am in the kitchen
sweating out booze thinking
"man those are some bad pilots that air line has hired."

would I ever know
any fucking thing
if no one ever told me?

it all smells like rotten milk on humid montreal afternoon.