BBQ sauce left in the car
weeks pass and it left a scar,
but the smell reminds me of Royal Farms.
Might need to revise these bars…

Hidden between the seat and the console
mind drifting to memory’s console.
Usually it’d be gone, fast decay
but the one that left my soul
I’ve missed ‘till present day.

Tenders’ aroma; im stuck in Maryland
dreams in place,
fell into the past again.

Played cool this vague fool
a zoned companion wasting fuel,
hypocritical news:
you became my muse.

Laying beneath the car changing bands
like myself.
Try to fix problems I don’t fully understand.
Stripping bolt holes, saving wealth;
I’m feeling real loose.
Progress aborted, but still need my caboose.

Jack stayed for a while, standing his ground,
as I contemplate ways to fix and rebound.
Pondering days; I was happy in the fall
my mind in the sink, Jack cracked:
911 call.

Paramedics came rushing,
lights bright, can’t blink.
Beginning to realize I can’t even think,
just images of life and flowers adrift
the car was too heavy for me to lift.

No fights, no pleas,
soft voice lets me leave.
Stuck wading the seas
what a life I done weaved.

Leaving love, leaving passion,
lost my soul; one line caption.

Feeling free but not gone,
lone sharks in motion
too proud to hold on.

No closure or commotion,
just a ‘scort leaving hearts.

And I’m stuck with our memories
a fish bleeding apart.

Front page stanzas emotional; bleeding ink
tried to comply but
I sliced up my face and can hardly blink

(Will this make me famous like I want to be?)

Nah i should just go and start some tea
a wars a’coming I’m sure you've all heard:
future Chinese overlords mock Trump’s word.

**** not trynna get political tho
maybe i should just go back to my hole

with Chat GPT resurrecting my soul
– I swear, Ms. Chatbitch is not in control.

Finally lost my access to heaven
the Devil come beckon, a’half past seven.
Clothes signal wealth but reeking of powder;
spoke gain, fulfilled cravings of green
if done by the hour.

Up to the room glowing off the square,
red lights’ regret hung thick in the air.
Her belly, strong eyes; knives pierced in her glance,
one look was enough– no more of this dance.

Returned to the den, composed with no hurry.
Met his face in this place for the folly.
“Clean up the mess?” he asked lacking hesitation;
I pulled the trigger, “she gave you a son!”

Glanced to my side– could barely believe;
the same woman smiled, no sorrow beneath.
“This isn’t his… just having some fun!”
Couldn’t react, her bullet had won.

Crumpled maybes dunked in sin
no one to cheer, 3-pointers go in.
Silence: loud, no effort in clouds
mind trapped, feeling like an exile.

A pause, not in play,
my mind’s gone away–
Tahiti! with ***, my new child.

Warm beach ’neath my feet,
parties sans the beat,
endless walks free in denial.

Can’t settle too long;
avoiding poems in song.
Trash packed with thoughts I’ve compiled.

Signatures forced; names pulled out of hats–
‘marching for freedom!’ They’ll lie like a bat.
Justice claimed in propaganda’s song,
rifles loaded and cocked for causes feeling wrong.

Unbled suits, children passing notes;
shrapnel still hits–truth gutted in quotes.
Let’s salute the flag, like we’re stuck in the past,
while allies become the enemies at last.

Defensive claims shading truth for more land,
treaties get forged with the loss of a hand.
Stitched uniforms covering fear and doubt–
once you’re drafted, there’s no getting out.

Next war’s a’coming–they’ll force with a smile;
algorithmic orders, new patriots’ style.
So focus your rage, don’t fall into the lore–
reasons disappearing; they’ll send you offshore.