The Light and Sound

just a few
steps from
exploding.

exploring
the mind,
stealing
words til
i've earned
the right...

...mix tape
poetry of
collage.

love is the
only answer.

remembering
as a kid, staying
awake as long as you
possibly could, when time
stretched out into forever and
come along with me now cause i'm
still taking words from balboa so
to speak (no one's laughing,
cause it's hard to...) even
though there's a party
nearby it's so far
away as i see
clearly.

my fourth grade picture
can't stop the brain that
never stops and w/out
an on/off switch i can't
see the difference be-
tween the red and/or
blue wires. it does
matter, doesn't
it? i mean for-
ever. i left
my body
behind.
remember
all the things
i never had the
chance to say and
today the words come
and sweep me away. if it
upsets your stomach, read with
bread and or water. and at the end
the poem might not help at all and i
could never control my heart exploding
via words. mix tapes and mixed mess-
ages. special titles on the tapes, little
four word phrases that meant nothing
to the world at large - taking emotions
from music, from songs, and toying
with it, molding it, emoting it.

serving time.