I wrote the hook for this on a book mark
Not street smart, not book smart
Don't go ham, no pig farm
Got long beard, so I look smart
Don't mean harm.
Don't mean well.
When I speak, don't Know what I mean,
Well
Most nights, don't drift off to sleep well
Trading Rapidash for a weepingbell
For a sleeping spell
I wanna scream and yell
But these Japanese
They don't scream and yell
I wanna be respectful
keep my head low
But this form of torture's
Waterboarding's cousin
Ignoring something
Once again
Once a Sunday
It comes down to this
The fall of Mr. Fifths
Instead of a fifth of gin
Watch a mound of movies
Like a pound of bricks
Got a crumpled list
Full of resolutions
a list of friends
Like Ebenezer Scrooge's
a list of proofs
That I've yet prove
I've left the country
But I've yet to move
Gotta get a move on
Blessed with youth still
Haven't chose the red
Haven't chose the blue pill
This must be how a statue feels
Haven't chose the red
Haven't chose the blue pill
I clutch that choice--
Like Disney balloon's
In a child's fist
My hairline's receding
I'm 23 and I feel uneasy
vegetarian
Vegetating
With signs of quiet
Desperation
My grandpa
Told me
What's bes is patience
But patience ends in
Hesitation

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Lucky Strikes
To curb the guilt I
Lit the wrong end
Smoked the filter
Segued metaphor excuse
For moral looseness so off kilter
I'm dangling
Jesus sends me messages
But spelled my name
Wrong yet again
One can't be sure
It's meant for him
So hear I am forgetting them
I'm dangling

Max Bowen Verse (pending)

Marble rye
Bartered lives
Palmistry
And a marble eye in the parking lot
In front of a tobu store
With a pack of tofu
And an open door
A pair of golden vans
In a frozen stance
Cursing choice
Before a homeless man
Bang the head
To Flying Lotus jams
Wondering if anybody
Knows your dead
Got a crumpled list
Full of occupations
A list of plans
With its body vacant
proud grandmother
At a graduation
A Park Chan
Movie for imagination
To hand grenade
And outblast the anguish
List of friends
That all speak the Language
Masterless
With no plan to change it
With the odds against us
And our laughing faces

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