Thundering loud
wide awake and shut your mouth
late breaks to be called out
a cloud of dust rolls
like lint
linger and dissolve again
breathe it in
exhale a different energy
abort, like a leprosy
make it sound good to me
I love to sit and watch you leave

New Jersey
dead locked in traffic
New Jersey
why hurry,
we're already late
for a garden state
shrubs and roses second place
New Jersey

Passed out again,
on a subway train
ugly, and so I cover my face
and cover my tracks
all the way to church lane
and pray to save my faith
restilled, yeah the refinery
no soles
my shoes are mine to keep
got them zip tied up
stumbling to get in a fight,
cocking my head to see

New Jersey
saw the smoke rise once
barely, too pure for my blood
why hurry,
it'll only take another week
to leave New Jersey
She shows soldiers
they're a returning from war
her shoulders
and baby so much more
than what's being pulled over,
and still there's something underneathe
New Jersey
Felt incomplete
down in NYC
avenue b,
stole a line from c
and Malcom's street
an avenue a ways a way
from 3rd and A
hopped on the bus,
a cigarette for lunch
over the bridge
until I flipped the switch
overdrive to off,
hoping just to sleep it off,
woke as a child again
drawing all the things we saw
outside new jersey.