Nobody Escapes The Lazors
 
Downtown LA,
see the bloodshot eyes flash redder than burning signals
on the faces on wandering stalkers-
strangers crowd, walk, and possess the urban jungle.
 
I am the messenger, not Joan of Arc but the courier
who delivers the packages & letters, the litigation filings-
lawsuits draining bank accounts from people I will never meet.
 
My job is to speed the fast track of every street & freeway
in between all this are the traffic jams, accidents, gunfire, & cops
or what I like to call Cocksuckers
                             On
                             Patrol
                             Speeding-
to catch you, drain you of every dollar.
 
Not to Protect and Serve but to humiliate & condemn
anyone they feel like.
 
From Diamond Bar to San Diego to every city burning with decay
I drive by & through it all.
Everyday the sun is choked by smog
Everyday the scar-lit eyes of phantoms shift & move like an endless sea
Square grids capture humanity in glass, steel, & concrete.
 
Misery hunts us with the passion of killer corrupters.
 
At the end of the day my ears buzz hornet nests
I crank the stereo listening to Total Chaos
my windows down, middle finger up, 110 miles per hour.
 
Road warrior on the move from everywhere to nowhere,
road warrior, traffic jam avoider, sliding, slipping across alleyways & car pool lanes
my tires are on fire.
 
Vicious streets spew venom
the sky rains acid
women whose eyes flash ice & minds free tigers
volcanic stares erupt out of speeding metal canisters
feel the wicked rain of life hit & stain everyone from tall & thin
to small & big, Nobody Escapes The Lazors, Nobody Escapes The Lazors.
 
Electronic billboards & broken down Cherokees- the sirens are alive & wailing
my life is fast & shaking but my hope is not completely failing.
 
The few smiles I get during the day help me through it all
there is always something worse that's happened to me I can compare my life to.
 
There is no North without a South & I've already hit bottom, not as low as some
but low enough to want to die,
you have entered the no cruise zone
hard blues whip & crucify
yeah I've been there, but not today, today I feel good to be alive
trying to enjoy the borrowed time I have left in life so regret does not become my vulture
plucking out my teeth & devouring my brain.
 
My eyes search for beauty in the sunset on the 91 freeway
as I try to figure out how I fit in the world
I try to interpret these strange crop circles haunting me from pastures I don't remember.
 
In the slow beat rhythm sounds off my heart aching, aching for some silent peace
but it's running away, close enough to reach in a dream-
far echo stars spark like cigarettes, I smoke memories down to yellow filters &
I rest my head in tomorrows crackling cinders.
 
Factory smoke stacks choke my lungs & peel off my eyes,
feel the obvious eyes of snipers perched on signals, cameras like crows everywhere I go,
squawking, cawing, watching my every move.
 
Blue eye thieves & black wolf storm- troopers
regulate, legislate, stomp & penetrate
to humiliate & condemn, terrify & shoot.
Bulldozer Freedom.
 
But my freedom is inside
lost but still alive
waiting on the road side
from city to city a boconstrictor strangler hold wanting to keep me down-
like a Jamaican immigrant sodomized with night sticks, snakes of injustice slithering up your ass while the gavel of hate crushes your skull-
Court is adjourned Motherfucker!
 
Nobody escapes the lazors, Nobody escapes the lazors.

 Thoughts Of Me
 
Is there someplace I can go
where nobody will ever know.
 
To the heaves soft and slow
away from here
hiding like a child
through the forest snow
illuminate my heart
in the skies of ancient stars.
 
Raise my spirit
in the light like the way I was before.
 
My thoughts of me
 have frozen
in the bitter cold.
 
My thoughts of me
are tragic
beautiful nevermore.
 
Reaching down inside
pull out slivers glittering
these dreams I always hide-
secrets of silent knowing
behind the forest shared.
 
Snowflakes like a sorrow
deep with inner despair
show me all your mansions
in the world beyond here.
 
I rest my head in my hands
to taste all these tears
still I will reflect on myself and wonder.
 
Why do I go onto fear?
everything and everyone
beneath the quiet depths
of desperate cries within.
 
Sorrow has replaced
my laughter and a smile
bitterness is a dark road
as I walk alone for miles.
 
Hungry for another
soul like mine to touch
thirsty for something beautiful
in the reflecting glass of time.
 
Yearning for my surrender
to what I have inside.
 
My thoughts of me
are clouds
always changing shapes
in a unpredictable sky.
 
My thoughts of me
are thunder
raging in my eyes.
 
My thoughts of me
are gentle
in a rain I won't deny.
 
My thoughts of me
are curious
questions still arise
 
Who am I, Who am I?
 
Maybe I will know only when I die.
 
 
Night Pool Water
 
Night vibe shudder quest
white quarter pie of lunar light
pulling me to the lurid heart of black
I'm looking for a loop hole in the rat maze,
trapped blind in the bear skin
stopped dead in the mind lynch
pulling opinions of me off from me like corpses in the war trench.
 
Lopsided lords of destructive worlds who catapult the insanity back to castle minds of peace-
revive the revolt, revamp the scattered masses and tell them to express their divisions.
Python laws of constriction let go or else suffer your city to the looting, fiery pursuit of personal freedom fighting cop killers.
 
Night pool water, quivers from my cold voice
silently pummeling myself with words in private that never change a thing.
But I can't hold back, this prison system bears the mark of the ten horn beast
we're fighting devils and ghouls that only offer the fire -but no water.
 
A scant of hope beams through an opening no bigger than a fist
rabid rabbits run through the night chasing cougars.
Everything is black today and I'm not here just starting rumors
the mad scribe scribbles fast across the night in order to provoke the thunder.
 
Seam splitting love takers that secure me tight to multiple black bar depressions
Two way mirror deceiver, camera eye locking money wallet stealer's,
I'm punched by derelict deputy's who think they own my soul.
 
I'm so tired of the night raid
my swollen temper releasing down pours of hail kill
charging with a bull aiming for the depraved.
 
Night pool water
deploy the uprising
denounce the war-king
so he can taste the blade
landslide pusher, end world provoker
meet the cyanide mind
a dangerous cut throat cryptic lie cruncher
I'm walking careful on the rickety terrace
that's swaying violently in the cold grid wind
hard spikes drive the wheel inside
I can't help the two trains that collide
visions of bodies splitting the sky with bone-flesh splinters stuck in the eyes.
 
Everything is black today
sky flash photograph that are followed by giant steps that shake the earth
apocalyptic thinker drawing swords outside the box
fighting inner demons with a pen
moving faster than a fox
wind whipped limbs fall from their protection
 and come alive in the storm
electric eel spears in the sky
jump start the God-dance
strung out eyes penetrate the walls looking inside for the next kill.
 
Bi-polar minds find maniac killers in the deep end
trying to escape the grip there in.
 
Night eye assassins slip silently behind the lines
singing songs about the cold land
drenched in blood, with hearts in hand
they've been running for their lives like Frankenstein,
and now come back for a taste of revenge
shark's swim around their prey
monster fin, cold eyes, razor blade teeth coming to take you down to the deep end.
 
Night pool water quiver
 
choke on this water while we devour your power with cold blooded killers-
demanding respect.
 
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2009 Scott Lee