kobs.

"Last night he broke the defense down with haiku, tonight he's ballin' to the sound of sestina."t.v.

making clouds just by breathing he says...

Break it down, roll it up, give it a flare then throw it in the air.

He sees the world in rewind, utilizes most everything that he finds. Mad scientist of life trying to conjure up the right chemical mix to get the proper fix. Dons a lab coat and some air max 90s, old Levis faded, everything calculated. No gold on his wrist just a watch that’s a calculator, master debater, keeping blunt tips on Bunsen burners, he makes clouds just by breathing, awake when he sleeps but never sleeps when he’s awake, wolverine animal instincts with a spider sense that keep things anticipated, eyes dilated, probably on a magic trip, maybe you couldn’t tell by the words coming from his lips but don’t listen too intently its probably heresy, sometimes talking out of his ass is where he plays, you can listen to his advice but that’s where you gamble, might be kind of lit, that’s when he rambles. Nice guy but kind of an asshole, hater but distributes props properly if you’re a “right move” maker. Dude looks like a square, but mentality holds no shape, versatile in his abilities even in his red eye state, inner villain trying to get out and fly, mind control, confusing, illogical Jedi or sith depending if you meet the hero or the villain underneath, never mask a smile but what’s the smile hiding, careful how you thread don’t want him to catch you sliding, he’ll let you know he don’t care, just comb it to the side no products in his hair. Kids kind of crazy just observe how his thoughts flow, not a “know it all’ he just knows what you don’t know.

Ash it, burn it to the tip and monster mash it.

Why is it so hard to just be alone? By yourself. Just you and your element. Why is that we feel we need that other person to “complete” us. By definition alone the “other person” will literally never complete “us” since it’s a whole other person! Yet here we are raping earth on our off time scouring for the other half to our whole, mate for our soul, the muse for our genius, that one vagina to rewire the mind of your penis, even though all is possible with just us. Of course all of this is coming from a serial monogamist who jumps from one situation to another, leap frogging from one venture to the next. Perplexed by the reason, is it the pheromones in the air or is it the season, that makes your life a mission for a conquest that’s not really that epic yet you depict it as life changing when you didn’t really change your outfit you just altered it. “You are who you were before you got hair…” is it true? Is it just a toupee, pay to play, you take the right and I take whats left? Soooo you take the moon and ill take the sun…when the sun rises the moon should go down, compromise of a lovesick clown all to prevent boredom and a frown, loneliness and a scowl, a cold shower and a towel…