(13) Sketchy Poems :) From The Notebook Vault
Bone marrow
Pours like glass/
Pedal heavy
Headcase
In a Chevy
Headed west/
About to crash
it is simply meat that pumps softly
yet loudly enough to remind you that
it has your soul and that you will have
to kill it to escape
Pip has the strangest anguish it’s dangerous
blame this on the way it is, courage to explain,
stay clean & sane, kid, you don’t wanna walk in
shoes like his, aimless with a diseased brain, a
guilty plaintiff, filthy arrogance like he thinks he’s
famous, scary that he is almost free, a ghost amiss
in the mist of our family tree
When everything comes from your inner being
Your flesh is seeing
Your essence
Doesn’t belong
Looking beyond
Into the distance
It’s in the song
In the vibrations of your footprints
Made by feet
That tap to the heartbeat blues
I swear them shoes
Have soul/sole