Excerpt from Dope Dialogue (c) 2004

C.P. infected     As of Freedom
Oh yes.
            Sweet wheat bread
            meet feet to the concrete
            dreadful deeds put checks on the list
             put X’s on the bullets going out to find loss
             property o’ mine

            PRIDE

Projected the Redness
seen when the eyes are closed
to the outside world
 physically felt
Dark Red, Smokey smell
Oh, two fell
 into a mud puddle

PLOP PLOP
A reflection and there it was
 a split second broken
an imperfection in
innocence

He remembered ….
being hit real hard by a fist
one afternoon during a fight
 his head ached.  How
much more could he
take?
An that sound, “Smack!”
Which made it worse

the numbness
the dumbness
of the crowd
to do nothing but watch

Step outside the World see
all there is to see
oh you can be
oh you can be  free
only as much as you want to be.



Oh so snug
Is that old rug
With a tight hug
 on the tile, unsmiling
 floors don’t keep her
 warm from chilling
foot steps in my
House Of PAIN

Oh so dusty are
the rectangled
 memory Portals
on the walls
“Has it been that Long?”

Oh the grime
 in the sink
Even China can stink

And I with a
trigger finger aiming
 lucidly at the Television
 praying for a medium
 to states of Mello-drama
& Melancholy

Step outside the World see
all there is to see
oh you can be
oh you can be  free
only as much as you want to be.

been a while
 since we rinsed our
 past with alcohol in
ceremonial squalls referrals
of late calls, echoes of the
“Child’s cryin’ again.”
“Look what you’ve done.”

Meanwhile
broke down the wild child
saw em’ cry
Like uh, oh yes
“There was a whole
generation who knew how

to deny death.”

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