Power

Part I


I paid for the use
of his big blue truck
with little blue currency.
  Fuck the rising gas prices,
I wanna' get high...
                  on life.

It'd be nice to graduate
this group of low-life losers
who have no future
  so I can dress with a
  collar and clean blue jeans.

  I'd love to roll n a swimming
  pool full of cash and little blue
                                    currency.

  I'd love to get a job hold a job enjoy a job
  that pays more than eight dollars an hour.

  I'd love to make my loving parents proud
  and to make my sisters jealous.

                to impress my teacher and
                maybe even that bastard cop.

                I'd love to get out of speeding
                tickets.
                          to get laid by a thousand
                          beautiful women.

But I LOVE. And I exist.
            And this is all so much happier, this love.


Part II

I can push the button that says "Power".
Actually, it says "(|)", which apparently
means "power".

I feel like this is fitting.
  As I am turned on.

  In a way, I stole that money.
  It was so I could pay for
  some gasoline.

    So I threw in an extra five
    and now we both have the power.

          What power?
      The power of...voodoo. no. of Diet Coke
    and Dr. Pepper
            or a Monster
              ...monster
                    saints
                        priests
                            warriors
                                armies
                                  presidents
                                        rockets
                                          supernovas
the power of getting drunk alone
of writing poetry and getting stoned
  of popping pills
    and snorting coke
      of delirium, drugs
        of being broke.

Of dirty, tainted revelations (that suit me just fine)

Of drinking tea
  and shooting up
    or baking brownies
      and filming movies
        of climbing trees
          and carving my name for the
            world to see and enjoy for all
            eternity... and it will.

I have the power to slam-
      -STOP-

I have the power to write-
      -STOP-

I have all the goddamn power in the world-
      but I am of the Universe
          (and do you know what it's worth?)

    Pop, chew, swallow, wash it down with
    herbal tea.
    Go to school (crash the party)

    enjoy a smoke- a toke.

      And I still wrote my paper.
      I applied for a job last night.
          Burn the hour
          take the (|).


Part III

Noel got arrested.
  It happened just the other day.
      It had been kinda' long.
        I guess I wanted it that way.

I am relieved
it wasn't me.
              Right on.



Part IV

Indy
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                Indy
            Indy
                                            Indy
                                            Indy
                                        IndyIndy
    Indyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindyindy
                        hipster!(indy)


                  You're all goddamn Indy kids these days.

                  I must be just like everybody else.



Part V

O! this medication is wondrous!
  I only feel like
              Jell-O and ice
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                              r
                              e
                              a
                              m

                                    t
                                    h
                                    a
                                    t

                                      m
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                                      t
                                      s..
                                        .



Part VI

I haven't washed my bare feet in
a week.
  I forgot to wear shoes
    and I forgot to button my shirt.

    now I'm at school with my bare chest
    exposed.

    nobody stares
      nobody cares

    this would normally confuse me but today

                      I am okay


    with the fact that
    I am alone.

    But I am not! I am in love!

    And my friends have joined me.

    We have formed a gang here at
      Northville High! With open shirts.

        What would they say if we were
        all naked at lunch?

        I once took a shit right here
        on stage. they smiled.
          They clapped and cheered.

And the only ones to get it
  were my friends.
            With bare chests.

    That really was a piece of shit.

          And they all loved it.




Part VII

It's eight eleven (8:11 AM)
and I've just returned
from washing my hands
  for the third time
  this morning.

  I am clean, and love the smell
  of soap. And I dig the lack of
  germs. Because to be tainted is
  to be impure is to be dirty is
  to be heterogeneous
  (but not sexual).

I like to scrape the skin and
dust and what's left of m pot out
from my fingernails.

Sweep up my mess (with a bowl and a lighter and my good lungs)
and purge my hands
    of your hands.

Part VIII

Steve is my friend
who is happy.
  I always see him happy.
  But when he tries to quit
  heroin, he isn't happy.
  He is depressed, and it makes
  me sad.

  So I rolled him a joint.
  Actually, I rolled him five joints.
  They were all for him, even
  if somebody else smoked them.
              So I smoked them.

            To make Steve happy.
            Because I love Steve.
            And I hope he never
            moves to Texas.




Part IX

There's a girl sitting right in front of me.
She has red hair and is beautiful.
She reads and reads
  but I love what she writes the best.
  I would like to fuck her.
  But not because she is hot.
  Or because she reads.
  Or writes.
  Or even because I love her.
    I just do.



Part X

Pink hair has always
been a turn on.
I like freaks. And weirdos.
And Angels.
  She is more beautiful than I,
  but I am not jealous.
  Because she loves me.
  Just as much as I love her.

  I would fuck if we could.
  But she is far too beautiful
  and much more pure than I.

      But she digs me.
      Her pink hair digs me.

The Angelic virginity of a babe
reminds me of Pink Hair.

Freaks dig freaks
    like us.
      Kinky.