travelling through the dust of past self
kicking up a storm, emotion unleashed
twisting mind and squirming guilt
the healing of laughter at your foolishness
all comes to pass within universal poetry.

Angels like you can't fly down here with me.
Wish we never met till the day I leave
Misery loves company

Went to the pier to go fishing
Didn't expect to see a man die
Get gunned down by the police
Due to this incident of unfortunate events
The pier was shutdown pushed out of the crime scene
That took place on the sand near the surf event
Prayed for the man but he didn't survive
After being shot multiple times not surprised
Couldn't believe this happened in a crowded area
The tone had changed not expecting to see this insanity

art unfolds constantly
cloud sailing by
what do you see?
what asks the sky?

On a cool autumn
day
I like to spend
time
in the cemetery hanging
out
with the ghosts of
dead-folks
because I'm a penny
dreadful.