Here I sit upon this train
As if again inside a dream.
Same people, same smell, same unknown stain.
Everything as it was or so it would seem.
Outside a shattered cityscape flickers by,
A million metal mountains that hold us all.
They reach, as we reach, toward the sky;
And we, not them are more apt to fall.
Something cold takes hold of my brow,
Returning me tersely to the present.
I fell asleep against the window somehow.
A pillow or porcupine might’ve been more pleasant.
I guess I dozed off when I got on.
And now my wallet and phone are gone.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
Gathering and rising as a wild cyclone
You swept me the furthest away.
Lifting me to an unending unknown,
I forget who I am each day.
Because of you this tempest awoke
Viciously spinning from the very beginning.
A sprinkle of words when we first spoke
Swiftly ascended into sinning.
And as a storm must weaken and break
So, too, this torrid seduction.
For if this spiral I continue to take
Will force me to my destruction.
But **** the sun and the sky of blue.
**** this calm. I want only you.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
big painter’s van
painted blue
barreling through
every minute or two
have they nothing better to do
than bother me or you
searching for something
hungry, hunting
prowling about this avenue
me thinks their purpose rotten
ill gotten
their nature untrue
this is all a matter of opinion
perspective
point of view
but
from where I sit and stare
way up here
out of sight
I have seen quite a few
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
In the faded light
I hear the wands light wrap:
Tap Tap Tap
to the far left,
and to the right,
the orchestra to surround.
Strings tight, tuned just right
poised to recite
with all their might
some mad composer's plight.
But, frozen in this moment of incite,
three clowns among the crowd
colorfully crowd my sight.
One looks on, one looks down,
one seems enticed by the sound.
Why? Whether a part of the night
or just happened to be around.
Then, as the music takes flight,
there is a fierce feeling I cannot fight
that, despite
my buffoonish frown,
these fools, these clowns,
and I
are most alike.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
aviary for a front yard
countless cardinals sparrows jays
throughout the entire day
back and forth to and from
they dart
to see it is a work of art
this tree and then the next
has me in awe
from the start
the fierce faint and flick
no tale, no trick
just look up
real quick
or you'll miss it all
this mad melodic pinball
this verdant ariose device
there is also a hawk
his game is more precise
punctual predatory
steadily soaring
keeping his eyes peeled
for his next gory meal
any stray 'munk, mouse, or rat
that does not smell a trap
grabbed
with evil ease
then its off
into the trees
i might need to respect
my front yard aviary
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
a test:
a squinting smiling blue tie devil
or
a talking head in a red dress
telling us
to be impressed
we’re not broke, we’re blessed
fortunate, not fortuneless
anywhere we are
we are a welcome guest
we arent repressed
we arent oppressed
we arent depressed
we sure as **** arent stressed
the ****** machine is at rest
when its really working at its best
how dare we stand and protest
though there be a target on our chest
liberty and justice for all
save those we detest
you may think this a jest
but do second guess
the amiable, the iritable,
the inflexible, the concedable,
we the people in recess
we made this mess
so i’ve one simple request:
progress
or be a whole lot less
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
broke
as a joke
no laughing matter
all the fool for wanting
to grow richer, fatter
dreams
of strolling up to the king
with his realm, robes and chatter
when his back is turned
turn his staff to an adder
regicide
the realm replied
no sooner no sadder
swiftly sentenced to swing
the second day after
so it seems wrongs
replaced rungs on this ladder
**** being made
its all mad
for this hatter
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
a deep breath of fresh air and not a care
knowing i will never return to that hell of a place
a place where every window is covered
in dust and child-sized hand print smudges
a place where everyone who is anyone judges
a place where no one cares
unless you get a couple drinks in them
a place where cockroaches and mold clash for power
and we must not speak or think of them
a place where money flows like
rations in war times, a trickle
a place filled to capacity with penny pinchers
coupon abusers and the generally fickle
a place where we are paid to appear and disappear
and politely appear to enjoy your presence
a place where no one knows your name
because, "Its a caste system, kid, and you'll always be the peasant"
a place, a zoo, where they-that-pay come and go
while we-that-slave stay grinning in our grease-coated cage
a place no matter where you are
you are center stage
exit stage-left
so i left this hell of a place
with a **** paycheck and a smile on my face
the fresh air is too good to breathe just once
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
fallen and forgotten
stuck on his back
desperate terrified dying
he fights and fights
spasms and shudders
only, if only to flip over
releasing his final cry to
the mother, Nature
his broken wings close
for the final time
high above him, his friends
bumbling bobbing buzzing
missing nothing
paying no respects
to this bee's fitting end
behind the recycling bin
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
it is through this violence
we collapse we relapse
we repair
she hates the way
i care for her
i hate that stare
nothing between us but bare hands
i grasp her she gasps
we move we dance
we struggle we crash
she is unyielding of the lead
her denials have only come
to make me bleed
from the floor to the back of the couch
she does not open her mouth
she is mine
there is a rip and a tear
to leave her bare
in her in her again
and again
then
i cant
not like this
thought never like this
i fold withdraw and fall to the floor
back against the broken backdrop
she turns slowly
salaciously savagely
she says to me
why did you stop
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC