How can i go to bed
when i have so much
poetry in my head?

How your
lightning strikes
my soul
leaves me
electrified
every time
like no one else.

I will always love you my
beautiful friend
until the end,
until the end,
until
the
end
i will love you
my friend,
and that will never end.

love
like gravity;

falling
around you, while you slowly
circle the black hole in the center
of the galaxy.

or to
live like a comet
cults committing suicide
at your sight
to hitch a ride on
the spaceship
surfing your tail
to nebulon 5
or some other place,
some real place
like
zeta reticuli.

After watching the Angels beat the Dodgers at Dodger Stadium
my friend took me
to where all the fools get hyphie.

We drove down the street at night,
headlights passing over
hyphie marks,
donuts and burnouts
from cars
and motorcycles,
endless rubber swirls
covering both lanes,
one mile stretch
covered in black tire marks
like a little kid
who said fuck it
and took a black crayon
and scribbled circles all
over the street
in the coloring book.

An expression of
fuck
da
po-
leese,

an expression of repression.

“This is where all the fools get hyphie.”
“What’s hyphie?”
“When you be actin’ the fool–”

I chilled me out.
I smoked the weed
and chilled
out,
like going swimming
in a cold pool
on a hot day,
i don’t have much to say–

i looked up
and read the signs
in front of me:
NO
SURRENDER!
FIGHT
2
Win!
YOU
WILL
SUCCEED.

United Kingdom
where cameras
watch your every move
and speech is not free,
is not a model for my country,
is screaming for a punk revolution
of Anarchy.

Watch out
for modern day
Hitlers
slowly
consolidating
unbeknownst

For if Hitler
were alive today
he would realize
that
the way to rule the world
would be to
do it
vicariously
through puppetry
unbeknownst

Though some say
Hitler was even
one of their tools
unbeknownst.

This country doesn’t support artists,
leave them struggling to
find meaning
in everything,
this mundane
Friday filled with
love and hate
life and death
birth and murder
passionate love making and rape
all of that’s
between
is happening
all at once
every moment
grotesque
and so beautiful
it makes me want to
feel
the righteous half;

the pit of darkness
so
easily
fallen into
is
scaleable
is
able to make
death bed
repentance of sin,
is able
to
be forgiven,
and becomes easier
to forgive your fellow human

and

to give your fellow human
love
when one
has also fallen
and risen.

What is to come?

We are all dumb.

This big parade
is a massive charade,

no time to waste
for what hast past,
living now,
this life goes by too fast.

Sitting in my room
still young
but i feel like i should have
done everything by now,
like i might not live
to see tommorow
so i’ve been working hard
typing
selfish
as i am
for me
while
forty meters
outside
a mom
and daughter
sleep
in an old
gold Corolla
with a black
trash bag
taped to the broken
back window.

I met them
walking
to the
99 cent store
and
Ted’s Liquor
around the corner.

The daughter was humming
and the mother was singing
a gospel
and i said, “Hello.”
The mother’s eyes
were shocked
but she smiled
and continued singing.

It’s been a few months,
and i wonder if i’m the only
one in the neighborhood
that realizes
there is a mother and daughter
living in their car
on the corner,
living in their car
surviving.

I’ve run into them quite a few times now,
seen them leaving Del Taco
so i know they’re eating,
and today
i saw them and said,
“Hey, hows it going?”
The mother looked at me
and said, “Give me five!”
and I gave her a good five
the kind that pops your hand
and her 12 year old daughter smirked.

You’ve only got yourselves here
and
they’ve only got each other.

II.

So few with so much
controlling everything
got them living in their car
got me living not that far off from them
all the plentiful work
dried up
the powers that be
want us hungry and dying
and starving
and struggling
and slaving,
too many new millionaires
had to be busted down to
upper middle class status
while that leaves the rest
teetering the
poverty line.

Nice life here
by third world standards,
mediocre in second world countries
like as if i lived in South Moscow
instead of LA,
it’d still be kind of the same struggle,
the conditions are now similar.

Might as well be;
i don’t give a shit
about TV,
and i don’t
think
TV
really
cares about me
either.
I kinda feel like
it wants me
to be like it,
to fit in
with what is hip
and to change
according
to its image.

“Brandon, thank God for TV.”
my Pappap says
and i say,
“yeah, thank God for TV Pappap.”
because now i can see
how the world
can be
so easily led
(by
turning everyone
braindead).