this is the part where common sense is supposed to kick in

sub popular beat poetry kick from 92-95

we could have been big-time
we could have been neon burning celebrity bright as anything

i would very much like an affirmation of normalcy

i think i want to die anonymous, away from everyone i know

because maybe just maybe that could spare them some sadness

summer nights are the only thing we'll ever want to know

let go let go let go

it'll be better for everyone once this is all said and done and the dust has settled

i don't want to be what i was before

overreact to this

betray something for once in your star spangled life

kick drum snared me from the get-go

this pen sucks

i often often fear i will die alone

contradict yourself once a day, its good for your illiococcal sphincter

i wrote her a song but she wasn't deserving of it and it took me so many years to figure that out.

it was in the middle of the afternoon and i had probably skipped art history yet again and i don't know why she was there and it didn't mean a thing to any party involved.

one time i'd like to follow up

follow-spotlight to the moon where your eyes shine eternal

i could be a poet if they let me

i like to hide my feelings from others because i don't want.....

because it scares me to no end to really let someone know me

this song reminds me of you as do most songs and you're getting inside of me and i hope thats okay

new order has a new record coming out

rock and roll

electronica pop recordings made to please you, me and your great uncle fred

this pen really does blow

we all used to dream about this place together

utopian super society where each and every street name is a cleverly made beatles reference.

on occasion we would listen to that velvet underground record with nico on it

we'd have trees. massive, enormous firs and poplars and spruces and maples

we would have our own tree and nobody would know it was ours but us.

we'd make smart aleck comments and get praise for it as per usual

the grass would be green and thick and some days we'd take off all our clothes and roll down hills and laugh at things only funny to us because we'd unwittingly become perfect

waterfountains with pineapple soda

in our big bay windows we'd hang pollocks and renoirs and degas and van goghs and dalis because we already know what outside looks like

the word utopia was created by thomas more to name his idea of a perfect society

it is the title of the book

we'd be perfect, we'd be perfect all of us

silhouetted sadness can creep through the blinds sometimes

can i examine your heart?