march toward

[Avery L. Breath]

Derail, derail
do another rail
fast tracks, must be fixed

fix it up

higher, weirder
wondering why I'm here
in this space
living this rat race

coming face to face
with the cold, the hard
the dirty  

in space

derail, derail
this track is set to fail

drifting inward
escaping pretty patterns
a cool puddle of dribble
runs it's long line
pulling cheeks taunt
with a genuine smile

reset

reload

jump the tracks
leave the road
no pitty

yes sir, no sir
this pen seems fine
perhaps I'll draw another line

it would be a privilage
it would be fine
whats this I draw

what does it mean to unfold

[Avery L. Breath]

exploring darker themes
is the only cure
for a bland diet
and getting bit by flees

wondering which dog I layed with
was it me?
what did I do to turn the wheel
to force these feelings
make me steel

do I set my own standards
only to break them

what cause of confidence
of pride of self worth
a penny for a pound
you tell me, what is it worth

diamonds are made in the long cold furnace

[Avery L. Breath]

(the stroke)

in epileptic fits and foam tipped lips
the sweet spouted poetry of a fresh
cerebral vascular accident
of plugged up arteries
which side of the brain shall it be
from which he spouts pure poetry
a jumble of nonsense
that makes perfect sense to him
as if oddly enough
he wishes he bought the farm
with the preset set on reset
on his fast forward kazoo
and whats a guy to do
when it finally seems nice to have people around

[Avery L. Breath]

lament of a nail biter

nevermind the psychological aspects
a nail biter gets down to the roots
he peals away methodical
exposing the raw underneath
and no nail is sacred
no price too steep
tools are not outlawed
but a nail biter preffers teeth

[judih]

jam man as life chips its all grain whole physic whimsic strife
curtail and release, a mind whittlin build-up
jam it in nuance and irony
in pure appreciation, jam