Glad they are back a new year
Some people **** your good vibes
Some give off good that inspire you
Great enery that keeps you inspired
Staying motivated while others settles
Staying positive during toxic times
The attitude turned up no time for drama
Focused on the work get it done

A salmon now,
I was a man,
a large brain.

My little boat,  
ninth bottle of
beer, trying to

stand, the sun
oppressive,
blinding then

sinking like
a 40 oz can
of malt liquor.

What was I
going to do
once I stood

*****? During
the pondering
I drowned. Now

swimming
back to my
birth-stream to

lay eggs. I may
see lunch, a
worm or herring

then a hook in
my mouth,
I flop onto the

floor of a boat,
one eye looking
up as the

big knife
swiftly
comes down.

The Impossible Dream


While outside of oblong
In boxes Divine
Trapping twines
Cradled on lies
Crested wave defending mime

Nestled shrug of jade
Resting bug in shades
Last after moon break

Sewing loses in my evening ponds
Silent silvers
Weary my doors naught in perception
Only in waning remorse

The thing is,
There's always
Another girl,
And I forget the
Last one,
As soon
As I meet
Someone new.

I'd like
To say you
Meant something,
But I just,
Can't,
Name
Your face.

In counting town
Your sure to frown
On a cobblers mound
She pays the river down

While he weeps
On broken ponds
His unheld hip
Crosses her mind

It started as a joke,
Some harmless fun.
Then the air cleared from its smoke,
I no longer wanted to run.

What’s this new desire called?
I’ve never felt this way before.
My heart now feels loud and stalled;
This is something I can’t ignore.

This must be love,
I see her as a dove.
She lights up my world,
Where shadows curled.

Capitalism is

the art of tempting people --


to contract more debts.

I have no religion:
only that poetry and music
has led me to an indescribably
sublime and divine region

The weight of this ball and chain has won
I have no nourishment in this body to fight
Living in the basement
The same four walls
This prison
I won’t make it out alive
The captures who put me here have won
I’ve made a list of goodbyes to ghosts who will never hear them
Maybe they will rattle their chains for me as I pass