its
the TV commercials
the fake ****
the campaign trail
the welfare recipients
psychotic shooters
bible thumpers
and athiests
salesmen
gangsters and
special interests
its junk mail
the court system
its the poor paying more
the ignorant
the scared
the recluse
the extroverts
the sales tax
the hospital bills
zombie ammo
beggars making more than me
nuclear threats
starvation
animal abuse
drug addiction
half assery
its the bullies
the police
its advantage
in retreat
the lies
the masks
the crys
the laughs
its all the ******* that ******* annoys me

his eye dislodged from his head

as he desperately plead

for me to stop


fleshless knuckles beautiful

beat my tears away

as it all spins around me

the memories of yesterday


the sadness of closure

even victory

a happiness defined by melancholy


and with my remembrance of yesterday

i will save tomorrow from today

and make a display of all they could have been

all that should have been

portrayed

as Dust in Wind

Particles In Sunlight

or blunt force trauma



Let em go

i want to do right

but its so hard to find

another boot party tonight

im still just fine

franky on the mop
billys on the floor
only from the top
i sit laughing and drinking

refusing to clean these boots

cleanliness is godliness

twisted and stunted roots

praying in godlessness

as they all line up at the ticket booth

take this knife

give the slow slice

through my jugular and wind pipe

stare
            into the
                          sun

i am the broom that sweeps you into the dust pan

the capo garbage man

the lie left unchallenged

the true deceiver

i shine amongst ****

i collect your rejects

an unbeliever

believing in himself

with helping hands

ill smite you

with torch in hand

pointing out the path

my thorns have roses

I saw a nation of fools,
rising to half read books.

i waited patiently,
as they failed to arrive.
i left in truth,
they drown in lies.