The fields of dust
become dry death
as the surviving few
choke on the stew
of putrid fumes,

slippery viscera,
a dismembered
remembrance,
the living entranced
by the ultimate
state of existence.

Null,
zero gains
nothing comes
back here again.

She’s sings so sweet
and her words are refreshing,
but I guard myself
cause my affections
become obsessive.
I walk away
before anything starts
cause it’s so much easier
then dealing with
a broken heart.

I’d play my guitar
but I never learned
so, I’ll whistle my songs
as the world turns
and burns to ashes.

My friend is heavy
heading towards
a heart attack.
He can’t even sleep
cause he hurt
his back,
and every day down
I wonder how long
it will be
before I have to
bury him and grieve.

I’d play my guitar
but I never learned
so, I’ll whistle my songs
as the world turns
and burns to ashes.

The government is
in the pocket
of big business
cause corporations
bought all your
favorite politicians.
So, they don’t give a ****
about the environment
and in twenty some years
we’ll be lucky if we
survive in it.


I’d play my guitar
but I never learned.
So, I’ll whistle my songs
as the world turns
and burns to ashes.

The night is over
but the dawns not coming.
I used to be fast
but there’s no place
to go a running.
Destruction is certain,
so I don’t even buckle up.
I just roll up the highway
and watch the world
get ******.

There are no rings
of will’s green projection,
no sorcerer’s spells
of protection,
no magic hammer,
or mighty mutants,
no green monsters
or Inhumans.

There are no Amazonian warriors
there are no masked
caped crusaders,
no day walking vampires,
or any other special men in tights.

There are no gods
coming to save us,
no flying aliens
here today cause
all of our dreams
of grand heroics
are just fantasies
with nothing to show
for it.

There is no guarantee
that good will succeed,
no grand decree
from a higher being
that demands man’s
obedience
to a specific moral standard.

There is no soul mate,
no reason to think
we are all that great.
So, there is no reason to wait
cause there is only now.

Hard stone skin
is slightly glittering,
temperature shifting
seasonally,
a place full of friends,
and literary kin.

Carnegie classic
home to the fantastic
collection.

Stairs to the entrance
and a black bannister
on which I slide
even though I was told
so many times
not to.

A sanctuary
from the abuse
a gateway
that I used
to escape my isolation
and find myself
enlightened and amused

friendly fictions
books well bound
my little safe space
in a redneck town.

Soon it will change.
They are not tearing it down
but building a better building
near the outskirts of town

But to Sarah, Kathy
Karen, and Tammy
whether you know it or not
you are my family
and though things change
as they always will
this was my home.

I am as strange as a purple orchid. Though I love people, there is a deep need to retreat into my own world, to think, and dream without the intrusion of outsiders. Sometimes I feel bad about it, right now I just want to be left alone.

Not quite winter
but the bare sidewalks
are already cold.
A frigid wind blows
with indifference
as strangers
pass each other.

A soulful voice
accompanied by
a beautiful keyboard
sings hope
from a street corner,
while nursing
a small plastic cup
of transparent
brown liquid.

Such a sweet
street performer,
I drop him
two dollars,
as he shivers
and smiles.

Such a sweet
street performer,
but the night
is a promiscuous lover
leaving him behind
in time
looking to find
tomorrow’s mind.

Not quite winter
but the bare sidewalks
are already cold.
A frigid wind blows
with indifference
as strangers
pass each other.

A soulful voice
accompanied by
a beautiful keyboard
sings hope
from a street corner,
while nursing
a small plastic cup
of transparent
brown liquid.

Such a sweet
street performer,
I drop him
two dollars,
as he shivers
and smiles.

Such a sweet
street performer,
but the night
is a promiscuous lover
leaving him behind
in time
looking to find
tomorrow’s mind.

Not quite winter
but the bare sidewalks
are already cold,
and a perfect place
to put my bare foot
to ease the aching pain
as long as no one is
looking my way.
So, I slip off
my right shoe
press it against
the cold concrete
until the pain leaves my feet
and hope
no one notices
this silliness.