(March 30th 2000)

Up all night Thursday
fight w/ my own in brain the worst way
cursed the day I took the academic vein
Adamic flesh pressed by wire mesh
3 different essay philosophic topics
defiant? Let's just say, a few drafts got trashed by spot kicks
not 1 second of sleep I reckon
as I creep to deliver them
a cold shiver when
I return my latest best friend books
let's end this relationship though we're both visibly shook
vacation ship sailing, let's hook up with prevailing crooks
delegates and taskforce, last course,
last lecture as term tapers
past the texture of sandpaper
rough capers prove smooth
soothing soothsayers
truth, the lair's layers favour
freestyle behaviour
the phattest session I've ever blessed in
messin' with the perception of my profession
by the suggestion
that spontaneity haunts the laity
freestyles hittin' harder than any prewritten spittin'
the gaurders of truth like a virgin's garter belt
sweltering welts when you felt the pelts that we dealt
the 5th element well demented
represented never resented (ya we meant it)
true pioneers careers only hinted at by the veneer
of mass media recording
re-swording to blast past like meteors
talk of future gatherings lathering the cleansing soap in my mind
tensing at the condensing of such beauty to plastic
still shoot me when I touch it if I don't state it's fantastic
... then i went and crashed kid.



Words © Cyril Guérette.