figures

it's just like that--
the wind cold gets in
the skin under fire
frozen with moments of
-this-that-n
the other and the other others,
wise on the up down there
so no blind-sided ramifications
crash the door in,
in.

figure it out, so it figures
if figuratively speaking i
speak figures of speech,
it figures, well what can one
expect--the truth? it comes
like pulled teeth sometimes,
just gotta give it up, sad i
know but ain't no jesus buddha
oprah dr. phil for real
can make you real.

change is the catch phrase
for the new age but all i
caught's a flu bug tired
sack of bones, shit the bed
and piss bucket for nightly
fits of no sleep with change afoot,
can't get no flow for tired ass
lazy sunlight to go south
looking for a new day, another
one to replace this broke ass
shit, just like the other one.

yeah, and now like a swarm bees
make a buzz in my head noise
goddamn noise fuzz buzzing
silent silent, the entire fucking
universe silent but i ain't
been there to see myself,
only got pockets for the stuff
into stuff trick, see it now don't
you take your eyes off these hands.

those blind-sided ramifications
are a motherfucker, kickin down
the door, now who's gonna pay for it?
i mean, besides me?