The joke is on you.

The only worthy
are those who sit in the back of the house.
The others wait for their death bed.
Crying for savior.
The best part is the simplicity.
No one to impress, out dress, or set a precedent
Just an appropriate cold.
Reckless banter.
Leaving struggle to the conflicted man.

Scribbles

So what do I think of town?

A wretched dump.

The subsidiary of the majority of America's cities.

Culture and values may vary.

The mundane lifestyle remains repetitious.

Kicking back on our lazyboys and ingesting the daily routine.

Occasionally some choose to stand.

More often than not with inflated egos.

A woman tried to sell me Jesus this morning.

I told her I've heard that story before.

The things that make me happy:

The innocence of a small child.

Tiny bits of affection from my love.

A cigarette after my tacos.

I am not particularly interested in you or your brand.

With careful consideration I withdraw my heed.

You're the best

I see through you.

I can smell your bullshit.

I've been preparing.

Not for battle.

But for the slow draw.

Behind the truth.

Lies unconventional wisdom.

The feeling is urgent.

Because today matters.

As I lye here.

Humble, recognized.

No need to be brief.

Lay on down.

I'll give you some relief.

Yeah. I suppose so.

Percepted and neglected.

"realization"

After recognition of circumstance.

Just what is left to implicate.

It emulates the warmness 

of pancakes and bacon.

Sitting their,

The queen of hearts.

Majestic in her ways 

approaching the slightest amount of gesture.

All very "real".

Silly flings and gypsy things

I've prepared something.

I hope you enjoy yourself as much as I have.

On the long drives. 

We really dig in.

Our best attempts

Trumped.

Self inflicted. 

Best to kick. But not too hard.

Unaware of the contract.

Lacking consistency.

Ready to jump at my disclosure.

There's gold at the top of the hill

Yet I fail to capture its beauty.

Our social responsibility has reasoned towards...

Indulgence.

Still feeling the tingles.

Soft smile,

Warmness is attached to your thought.

Respective hero's

A hero.

You were once my hero.

way back when that was possible.

It's a practice in humility to recognize one's faults.

Recognition of circumstance.

I find myself attracted to intelligence,

and in this I loathe.

My love belongs to the creators.

All to often we quote and annotate.

But do we practice?

Acclimation to the mundane.

If you are reading.

Create.

I will love you.

Almost broke me

That part of the city only exist in our dreams

intersection of infringement:

on the 92nd floor

with the 6 mile view

What was it?

sputtering foulness

weary highlands

a phobia of the mist

great descent 

vast difference

Almost broke me

Some just don't know when to get out of the rain.

I wish I could.

Anxious to leave.

Ready to arrive?

I left tomorrow,

returned today.

You just don't get it.

And probably never will.

Delayed,

mistaken for non arrival.

Your not fooling anyone,

carry on now darling.

You owe me a waterfall

I'll take you there.

If you let me

Aspiring towards places few have been

Playing barefoot in the dewey grass

She devours flowers whole

Stumbling across accomplishment

Exactly where we are supposed to be

New York dolls

Hollywood babies

Only the pretty

Use if, no, and maybe

Why did you ever leave?

Maybe it's that time of the night

waiting for the bus just isn't all that appealing

you were there at my bar

slowly stirring my drink with your fingertip

it has the appeal 

but in months to come 

will lack substance

wreaking of bourbon and promiscuity

leaving a mess on the sidewalk

I usually don't. But today I did

Took the train through town

and now I know

her illustrious career

breaking things and setting bad examples

she seeks no compassion

for she knows what she does

to demystify 

is to destroy

Two arrogant bastards

For two arrogant bastards

You make me want to say things I shouldn't

Here and there

along patches of what once was,

what could be,

and what now is.

As the room grows a bit darker

and souls weary

self preservation comes to mind

Forgive him

for he knows not his story

nor shall we

My trees are dusty with her love

Make sure to enjoy life's delicious moments

Possibilities of self interest

compromising composure 

poor and slutty

desperately lovely

assembling

they collect to common culture

one thing is for sure 

she breeds happiness and positivity

there is no other

with such capabilities

I love it

taking calculated risks 

and anticipating danger

Bad for business

Basking in aristocracy

Tip of my hat

A true gent

Good intentions

Bad execution

Desensitized and disorientated

For the last act

I'd like a vodka and tap water, please

The band broke up

Just looking for my Jackie

After weeks of excess,

Wasting full moons.

A slight break from the norm.

They always come in twos and threes,

There is a five cigarette minimum 

before you rest your head.

Besides I'm just looking for my Jackie.

Kevin Shane hearts Kelly Griffen

The text epidemic

A battle of wit and enchantment.

Too much? Two Blase?

Isn't a phone call much more appropriate.

One thing is for sure,

Its like this.

Or...

Its like that.