where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019

There cannot be a new being of you
Until you stop clouding the same old skies
With the comfortable grey you've known
Since you last tried
But instead
Let it rain until the rain is through
Let it rain and then
Even when it hurts and all which you desire is behind you

These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
I’ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!

Why change ways now
Let the devil take a bow

Like when we were young
Getting high and having fun

Scrub the paradigm shift
All this foolishness is bliss
Perhaps
A one-way road to the abyss

Don’t concern yourself with bigger things
Being right is preordained
After all
The Mountain is going to catch you
When you fall
Just stand tall

It’s them or someone else
Your victim knows it well
Come and join the party
Propaganda sales

The stock markets doing great Wall Street is having a feast
Pay no attention to the millions in the street
.............
Voting blue will not save you
Voting blue will not save you
Voting blue will not save you
Resistance is futile