House of Paine

pink's confession

for years
 now
 I've 
 been
"too lazy
and
 belated"
to push out 
 anything


I 've 
" never
been satisfied
with what
 i've
produced"

and 
in dispair
concluded

i would 
 " only be
 content 
with
what is out of reach"



consequence:

all these years of
 " fearfulness 
and tardiness"

have made it all
" too late"

my  word powers are
now  shrunken
 by half

 i will
"never enrich "
others
as I might have 

never 
" immortalize"
myself 

but fuck it
i could be wrong

what have
 i got to lose ?

its basically
now or never

so here i go 

what the hell 

i'll  just
start
 crankin'  out
whatever I got 
left in me 

regardless

just
 produce 
and
 produce 
and
produce 

like taffy

get it out
get it down

 value 
be damned


fuckin'
get it down

be4 
a gray
and sweet
forgetfulness
moves in

be4
my mind
morphs
to  a final
rapturous
mush


morphs
to
a state of  plasma

a river flood

passing by me 
now
on the way to no where

filled with
 torn away hulks 
of my  up stream life

get it down

be4 
 my plans 
my past 
my perceptions

are swamped
 carried away 
and lost

right 
along
with 
whats left 
of 
my fucking
half assed
 phrase maker

and 

 even
the very brimstone 
of 
my ambition 
has desolved
like an alka seltzer


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