ides - i know that march will happen stuck in the unrest of a semester the bricks that smell like egyptian cigarettes the tomb shut down, downstairs with its gang shower and basement talk constant reminder that here is dying and unrest when a compass dies like it pointed this place out for two long almost two years youngsters were spinning and drink-ing before their half naked pictures of people that live miles from here the smile on the faces of posters is.. consistant mockery i know full well of the beads of february ringing aroung the necks of poster boys expelling life in bourban bottles yellow and green glass that sign forclosures on the feel of belonging even though you don't reside: and that is march the caffienated pill that opens your eyes to Louisburg, NC with her home sweet homeness where that empy bank resides you abused to create your vacations south, north the brickwalk is a brown brick road the food used twice special on thursday the water, the Neuse the pessimistic accusations jury of party going lipstick but the girl has not a name on her lip, these souls nameless abused goodwill couch ill-intended the clicheic drunk that caused security security has her eyes pointed south brickwalk i've invited the redheaded boy from the second floor me, being one that passed their scans of the allowed, the intended the drugs wasted on a mediocre moment attending for the exodus like drinking to break the seal when conversation that resonates it is too good of food blanded by the recognition of difference overstayed an invitation im am simply pulsing only learning the transcripts and baptising future self loathing poetry i need a covenant ark and i need to empty a gastank