Status Quo
I ’m inspired by liars
and doubters with priors
who spit fire don’t hire
and respect the highest buyer
passing fliers to conspire
trying to kill my desire
trip wires going off
like the missisippi mass choir
Who’s The Blame
I ‘m finding it hard to defend my actions
while i’m still packing this .45
keeping me alive with a challenge pride
in spite of my conscience having already
DIED
The Show
T he stage was set, new characters in place
never knowing what to expect
another name another face
waiting for your performance
expectations E N O R M O U S
though you appear to be harmless
She Knows
S cent of perfume
stand-offish moods
unknown caller
lipstick on collar
she knows
Flatline
I ’m so sore inside
from pretending to hide
the fact that i don’t see
the ATTACKS
that you create, but make no mistake
that my internal condition
keeps my attention in a state of fixation
