~
Listen,
Everybody Loves a Happy Ending.

But so too,
Everybody Wants To Rule the World.

It's Elemental,
and I Believe,
indications of a going Mad World.

Still Brian Wilson Said,
“Sorry, the Closest Thing to Heaven
begins by Sowing the Seeds of Love
and ends with Swords and Knives.”

Maybe Our Days Are Numbered then,
if so, Shout
your Famous Last Words
like The Prisoner
as Tears Roll Down.

For the Love of Cain
just let it all out!

**** Love.
Watch Me Bleed.
~

Another sun sets on his ****** red
broken dreams.This is the kind of scene
where a leaky faucet could be the straw that
breaks the roaches back, a snapped
shoe lace, a closed liquor store after
a mile walk, sick and shaking in
the pouring rain.
It's so hot, you could bake a potato in
the dresser drawer.
Hot like hell in the summer.
And after it's all said and done,
it's not the heat that finally gets him
or the rickety gate. It's the beating in
his chest that began two hundred
years too late.

Life is a series of tiring verbs
as I wade through the
ashes of orchids.
I'm a vagabond with
a ragged soul
coming for you *******
a lonesome road.
I float aimless,
like an acorn in
a mountain stream.
The death of dreams smells
like autumn leaves,
lonely as driftwood.

Home is not going to be
a white door at the
end of a sidewalk.
It's bigger and broader,
and can't fit behind a
fence and walls.
It will always be the
sum of my
memories and longings.

Home is walking the streets,
hand in hand,
with our son on my shoulders.
Home is lying in
the grass with your
fingers in my beard, and hope
oozing from your blue eyes.
It's eating sushi and laughing at
our accidental touch of hands,
reaching together for
the last California roll;
avocado safe at
a sun dappled table.

I'm drifting lost on
a southern wind.
When I'm with you again,
wherever that is,
I'll be home.

"  Don't let him into your head
Don't let him change the wheels
....
Lock him at bay
Throw the keys in the ocean
...
He is the version you never wanted
The scariest side you never knew you had
that was a flip switch away
..
Don't let him into your head
Don't let him change the wheels
.
If you do
This alter ego will have a lot to alter "

We poets were a sensitive lot
in a world that shat on us
although we fought.