Joe and Anthony Age 8

[The rebel prince!]

your heart was an absolut monster
that slurred nightmares and i heard them so slowly
it almost felt like a beating every time you talked
with those red hot hands going dead
trying to become something you never were

we'd head to those bars
and i saw exactly how stupid s**t sails
up with those vacant drifting flies
catching them for a thrill as they bent to your will
coming out zipper undone and one eye tilted like a gun
that always pointed at me

in the car your big arms that wouldn't come down
grinding the moon up but it screamed too soon
so you put its bad thoughts in dirty little rows
turning sickly stilted as the road become tilted
and nobody knew i didn't mind going single file

[metafixation]

this is a really good poem. i'm not sure what to say about it except it makes me really sad and concerned.

"grinding the moon up but it screamed too soon
so you put its bad thoughts in dirty little rows"

i like this in a sad painful way.

sorry i have no useful things to say. keep it up.

[The rebel prince!]

metafixation

Thanks.



I like your art in your blog, do you have more of it somewhere?

[metafixation]

The rebel prince!

I like your art in your blog, do you have more of it somewhere?

very little. most of my art i would make and give away or hang in public restroom stalls. i'm finally feeling motivated though so i will be working on it.