Why

Posted in 1990 - 2000 Poetry on March 6th, 1993 by Nick Razer

Why are you, the one I know…lost…imprisoned..
motherfucker bleeding incisors chomping..seething
teething away at the shit you get everyday.
Why am I, some lonely guy…unknown…dethroned..
at the peak of my life..but filled with strife..careening
leaning, high beaming on lifes highway screaming.
Why are we, motherfucker…we.
here, together now…..waiting, late again..anticipating
something that aint gonna happen..
Why…

Matters

Posted in 1990 - 2000 Poetry on March 6th, 1993 by Nick Razer

they chooses the ways they play
the loosers or the boozers
livin for a night instead of every day
pay…ing
for their death, or their eternal rest
with each and every breath and drop
and each and every step to the
bott…le
dont stop.. dont quit
life is short and they dont give a shit
a snort or a hit, bitch
thats the way it goes
hate grows in a life turned upside down
in a town where nothing really
matt…ers