How is it that
my most popular poem
with 970 reads,
twice as many as
the next in that list
has not one comment
nor like nor dislike....?

While runner up
brings nothing but accolades
and praise
from some pretty
**** good poets,
is the fountain of
most of my followers
and trended 10 of 10 days.

Is it the title?  
Did they just read one line.  
Let me post the painting
that it goes with
then they all would love it....maybe even say sublime.

Its all good I don't mind...I call it market research....though skewed, I can use the results to understand reader's minds.

Sweating bullets in TJ
a Hot August Eve
want the filet but can't even
pay a burrito on the street.

Pop into a club
to quench the thirst,
then lose all my cash....
the corner casino,
ouch that hurt.

My brother smells tacos
I say sure swell then
up four flights
to a ****** hotel.

Rooms by the hour,
I just want a shower,
it's ******* hot as hell.

What should take one
turns into 4 hours
playing the waiting game.

Handed her green,
she left the scene,
came back with,
a quarter of the order.
Pack up our **** lickety-split
it's time to cross the border.

Long and slow we wind
our way through,
no passport, no birth certificate and now at the booth.

He's on a watchlist
the feds know me
where you headed tonight?
the uniform speaks.
Secondary sir
I'm used to it see.

Scolded for lack of papers
told they'll detain us next time
we're tagged and processed then he points to a line

Run through the scanner
& told to get out by
a badge on a boy
just outta the scouts

He scans us briefly  
looks quickly inside....
then he says free to go,  
Have a safe ride

Little did they know
of the contraband inside....
25 tamales
in a bag untied.

A poet wants to be read but I don't care if I commit literary suicide for expressing my views that's my right

You may not agree but I'm sorry that's me and I'll keep writing til the day I die.

I may not be as eloquent or refined as many writers I know...I let my pencil flow wherever it goes.  

Sometimes it's street smack sometimes high brow... I'll write about shadows and sunsets,  demons and cows.  

Enigmatic persona pours onto the page.  With no style or language or structured restraint.  

My works runs the gamut I get bored with the same.  I write what I feel in the moment it came.

If you dig it that's cool if you don't, no complaints

Wicked hot Wednesday worrying about the weather.....will we all wither and waste while we work wondering whether the weather will worry bout us?

I love my pencil it's really cool but lately it won't touch the canvas it has another agenda illuminate fools.

It's got a mind of its own and speaks out loud no matter if I'd rather remain in a shroud.  

Yeah it gets me in trouble but I'll back it's play....it makes plenty sense and helps get me paid

I love my pencil I won't put it down though sometimes it does make me seem like a clown