a_lubowski
Dec 22, 2008 16:26
send me a letter
letter with a bombie
you are twice deader
than a half-zombie
catch me in the rye
be my first-burn
cry me to the stone
make me watch u porn
spit in my direction
tell me whyrus
make me feel better
set me on a wire
search my body
look in my balls
let me go then
find me with google dogs.
a_lubowski
Dec 11, 2008 16:27
doing green
every day
dooeing it
out of pipe
sittitng in
gamma ray
talking to
empty skype
empty skies
have no green
all it has is white
noise
outta scene
stayin' in
is my every-day
choice.
a_lubowski
Dec 05, 2008 17:09
would you like a rolling stone
another brick in the Fourth Wall
everybody need some wonder
today in the world
would you like to sniff some powder
from the barrel of my gun
watching snuff from four to seven
is my every-day fun
though it's not the only thing
my hemispheres have seen
everything else is interesting
if you know what i mean.
a_lubowski
Nov 12, 2008 19:57
sticking around
walking wyth a limp
remembering your dancing
half-naked limbs
walking woundead
carrying a stick
trying to forget
votres membres magnifiques
dancing to limp bizkit
drinking to korn
watching hard boiled
hard core soft porn
being overburdened
hanging on a tree
take a fuckin' look, babe
this is poetree.
a_lubowski
Nov 03, 2008 15:19
on a night train
for the first time
i'm comin' too you
the wheels are stooking rhyme
on a ghost train
for the first time
i'm coming to your town
the wheels are beating drum
on a last train
for the first time
you're like a thousand
women in one
so for the first time
on a night train
i feel i want to be
the fuckin' thousand men.
a_lubowski
Sep 25, 2008 08:07
cloud
cloud in the sky
crowd
crowd down there
quiet
quiet in the sky
shouts
shouts from down there
more
more than the sea
smaller than an old broken well
my eternal life grows inside me
underneath the heart
down there in hell.
a_lubowski
Sep 24, 2008 23:55
i could be a healthy boy
taking pictures of upskirts
i could be a violent cop
with a name Max Hurts
i could stick my nameless fingers
in your flesh like stings
i could be your own singer
with a name Sid Sings
but i wouldn't tell a lie
and i won't say bluff
i am just a strange man
with a second name Love.
a_lubowski
Sep 24, 2008 17:26
who is the daddy here?
who will drop dead?
and who is the deader here?
who will love Mum instead?
i am the deader here
i've come here on the cart
so get out of his car
get the fuck out of this car.