Stone Tablets

impression in foam
My work is countable, each character
you can sort out and quantify
everything I've done
my whole life lies bare
maybe you've even analysed it
but that doesn't mean anything
I'm not famous at all
maybe when I'm gone someone
may scroll through something
I may have written and
Anonymously submitted
So I continue anyway
despite lacking credibility
Anyone would be sceptical
if they were told to beware
the words of mine they read
may cause sterility.

Chaos guaranteed not to challenge your perceptions.

Amongst the drunken rabble there was
a couple sleeping; immune to all
for a brief second they stood out
the only different people
on the train of my woes
the repetition of the drunks
every word and then the last
all specially inane
for all their uniqueness they seemed
to blend into a sameness of bad jokes
and the same old social interactions
It seems that rhyming right now
would probably be lame.

Fuck.

This time it was all different
for the first time I was creative
in a long pointless while
I wrote this wasted.

Steal my work (when I'm dead)

In many long years there may be
a time where someone will try
to profit from something I made
Right now I need cash
although all money tastes like ash
but when I'm dead
Steal my work.

The key
the key to life that opens every door
the paths to happiness
line up for their bolts
to be drawn swift and sure
and the click clack
of a slick barrel
where all the pins
are just right
a plain old key
nothing much to look at
someone else has
the only one
and it says
do not duplicate

The key (redux)
the key to life that opens every door
the paths to happiness
line up for their bolts
to be drawn swift and sure
and the click clack
of a slick barrel
where all the pins
are just right
a plain old key
nothing much to look at
it is hanging on a wall
it belongs to someone else
the hurried glance before
the long slow gaze
shows a grim reality
Do Not Duplicate.

Something

Hard to be original
these days it all seems the same
someone else better already came,
went, and I don't care
but you have nobody to blame but yourself
for all your stupid little rules
which ruin my game
but turn around and spin
on your heel and grit your teeth
because the truth is like a
chunk of bone in your fish
you don't want original
you're content with more crap
no matter how lame.
Just to spite you
I'll do my best
to rattle the cage
that you so kindly
built for me