I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.

This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.

“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument
of adult logic.

aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE

now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous

smith really is a boring name

independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?

oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again

oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!

this is brittany *****!
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz

all i ever got was the pit

is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!

i come first!

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
why do some grow to see the joy of ****?
every day. the last day is put to the test
some find less, is their "happy at best"

this quest has left many a man depressed
press reset at the hater's behest
at rest in our full metal jacket vest
blessed in all the ways we have messed

fulfillment kills when finally at ease
beautiful thing. must i say please?
regrets full of life, lived on our knees
who will be left to pollinate bees?

...

saving all questions for the grave
tells me that my death will be saved
coals made by fires we stave
hey man! i ain't gonna behave!

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
i'm looking to find the joy of death

I know that my type of sarcasm is of the same nature that got Socrates that big glass full of poison hemlock juice, but didn't he also know what it might get him? Maybe he gulped it down happily for a reason.

I truly am sorry if I have ever hurt anyone's feelings. Feelings do heal though, but I fear this modern world never will.
I just feel a need to try in any way I can, not for fame or money, but for the future. Fame and money mean nothing without future.

Do you love the thought of the future, or hate It? What is love and hate?

Do you get it yet?

A hungry alphabet will flock
One word to several things.  
Taut meanings have diverged
From verbal hankerings.