no laughing matter

when people lose their voices
it's no laughing matter.
one day,however, i ended
up on the wrong side of the bed,
in literal terms
so i was upset, a little

then when i was walking
to somewhere, someone
points and laughs
at me...
i didn't understand
that person,
i wasn't charmed
i protested,
then i found out
that the person was
pointing somewhere else.

mind fucking games people play

i know nothing about this.
why are you here?
and why are titles even necessary?
i've got no sense of meaning
my thoughts are oblivious to me
i've got no control,
my hand searches for my head to scratch it
then again, you don't have to like
anything. 

the new method

the new method is putting down your ciggerate
for a word.
there isn't such a thing
as calling out to someone,
i never hear it,
it isn't becoming.

hit the escape button

you cannot start afresh
tomorrows are prolonged todays
the thread will tighten
once you secure it.
hit the escape button
if you find one.

where are you satya?

asshole. still
you are our neon light
shining bright
with pot fumes and cheap talk
in bars,in our cramped rooms
how come we value you?
you never show up
the knight in rags
the hero dreaming
of homlessness
and nights at atms
victorious always
with that crazy look,
the boy who sells the world
with flair.

loss for words

why does everything have to have a meaning?
conditioning i suppose.
loss for words
becomes a hearing aid
for me.

near enemy lines with a ciggerate at midnight

a dead giveway
talk about smoking being injurious to health.