The oil it pops,
God it's hot,
This lot, I's my dots.

Scatter plots, disconnected spots
All I get taught,
Is sought and bought.

The dripping mops,
The spinning tops
They talk, and they walk.

The failing crops
grasshopper hop,
The flop will never stop.

Sopping wet socks,
The snow it locks
The doors and panes that lock.

Southward the birds flock,
In the trees that Hawk
Avoid men's cinderblocks

The future sulks,
as time does its stalk
of all upcoming squawks.

Will the wind blow cold?
Whatever comes our way
on that faithful day

Will I have seen it all
feeling no regrets?
Will my life have to fall?

Will the skys morn in grey?
Frozen earth and forgotten trees
We'll all be in a deep freeze

Will my life be grow fair
Without love that's a morning dove
flying away somewhere?

During the renaissance
will we have a response
Who will be there to taunt?
To rule and to voice
will we be left to rejoice
or is their something else we want?

I have memories here.
The purple flowers
and the "L" tree where I touched
your hair softly and you told
me to stop because I was
only supposed to give you
a heart murmur when there's
no one else left. Now, that the
clocks tick the time,
my arms are not that strong.
Grandfather needs to be
over wound so there might be
a chance somehow

There's nothing more to see
but you and your red pants. You see
half the pie though there's more in the fridge.
The birds fly south for the winter
and you do as well but return on the
first sun of May.  You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath? It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here

I know my words aren't fleeting
     to your heart straight away, it's
         these words that lure around
  You said write something sweet
       --Your hair is hot
             Then I was caught--
        You're sweeter than mary jane.  
Music flows-the river too. All
     the lyrics we know diffuse
        To the knowledge of one--Ours
   both together, hopefully forever
            Love is light; almost too light--
         Even enough to blind
    --Oh, I don't mind

lone like the light in a dark room
Is there anything that's in view?
My chances are just going to doom
Nothing in this light can leave a clue

Even if the sunshine lights upon me
It's just not enough to make me see
Life is not what others make it to be
Change the world with universal deeds

Alone like happiness in tragedies
Can anyone see the catastrophe?
The world I can't describe with certainty
Remember what you give is what you receive
Wish you luck when you decide to deceive

Even if happiness leaps into me
I'll always want something more to be
Nothing is nothing until it is seen
Change the world with universal deeds

Alone like peace during the wars
After it all, what is its ultimate cost?
To bad you can't just take off and soar
Although like life, not trying to be lost

All through these times
We see all these crimes
In Arizona, there's a law passed
if you're brown, you'll be sassed
Watch yourself and your papers
no matter how hard your labor
or, Staying free, here, will be short

Race was blown away, years ago
or so i thought; it still grows
People are people, except when they're brown
Why make all the people now frown?
Freedom to everyone so they say
This irony is no different then yesterday
When we did the same to the other sort

around now
the soft monitor glow,
the vacant chair
ruins my flow,
hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons won't
give me in.

Our chaotic time,
we still danced our
song in rhyme,
they tried to charge
us with crime,
it's just their hearts
are lime,
while we let go,
ride the wind

When the shoreline isn’t
the third floor, lightning won’t fly
at all or at once.

the trees turn to plastic
trees when Africa’s carved.
We won’t 'hurt' them that much.

I remember anticipation sneaking slowly
when we all had butterflies
in the stomach.  

Remember the one who showed you
what was new? The one who gave
you chills down the spine?

When the trees of earth are the
algae of the sea, moss will be
endangered species

when the best mutation is gills,
the pastime will skid from consumption
to survival instinct.

when the institution holds the
artist down and uses
two rolls of gorilla tape

As long as everything remains
the same we won't have
to realize we're backstabbed.

The universe crystallizes and
the sea turns to muck; theoretical
garbage and ****.

The clouds melt into the grass
The mountains drop and when
There’s no peak to see what’s left,

I'll be on top of my mountain
I got no hand in the outcome
And so I’ll turn at last.

My alphabet has grown
and torn grown and torn and grown
into a celestial vortex of melting letters,
words, phrases, and lame
euphemisms that sputter out
and capture the essence
of America the Blue, America the black
and blue, with band-aids on her
knees and elbows. Her porcelain
body is chipped and her hair is
the wig in the hat she wears.
Her natural fingernails are
now  plastic with worn paint
while her hands are wrinkled
and dry from neglect. Where the
measurements of data are scoffed by
the word of God and stories of
fear, retribution, and revenge travel
with the breeze no matter how  
many think the old winds are gone.
Where engaging is done in the
far reaches of cyberspace and
face to face is day by day.
Where the focus is on old highways
to old solutions instead of how  
the new problems allow us to roam.
Where there's no Neosporin behind
the band-aids only making
them so capable.

We share the moon
We share the sun
We love one another

We anxiously speak
We anxiously listen
We wait for the call

We learn to change
We learn to remain
We take it all on

We sometimes hate
We sometimes love
Why not forever

We are war
We are peace
always and forever


We often argue
We often agree
We don't mind the tone

Just say your mind
We will have the time
It will all be fine

My heart promised me I'd
run away sooner or later but
I never thought it'd end with you
sewing my heart to your hip.
Even though blood got on your leather
seats because of the hole
in my left atrium. You cleaned,
***** and span, with a bendy straw
even though it was our last one
and none more ever came to save you
when you spilled the last cup of
our touching hands.

He said I was considered
a sinner because I talk of death
The holy do as well

I didn't trick a man to **** his son
I didn't flood the earth,
There's more than one way to see Noah's rainbow

The earth rumbles temples and
Splits pillars in two
as someone let all the pidgins go

You could see the red when
the sea is parted, Don't forget
your horses when the river's back

Do as you please but only when your told
or you'll wake up on the shore
only remembering Moby ****, ask Jonah  

They say go for your dreams
but if you miss Goliath's head
you ain't got a chance in hell

The ten insights made from mountain stone
the words reverbed from cascade to cascade
There's no excuse if youre lost in translation

There's not one "t" in Calvary
but today there happens to be three
Good thing he saved them all

The blood was poured ******
So all heaven and hell could see
That we're still clueless as before

The Sabbath reads ten after nine
The Lessons of life are real
but we still go every which way

He said he wasn't going to betray
All you need to know
is that he hung himself from a tree

Hold your guard and stand strong
don't let a little lady ****** your hair
or everything comes crashing down

Tag team with Daniel in the Lion's den
he'll probably set you free and say,
"watch the spear in the back"

Modern times solidify the past
It seems pretty easy to blow stuff up
in the the name of God

Though the sixth commandment
is broken our measure of error
is also our error of success

I floated down the river in a basket
The current was just right and my mother loved me
tonight on this passover night

Sell your brother for brotherly love
Hopefully the bridge ain't burned
You'll see him again someday

I haven't seen as many animals as Noah
Besides, he was hoarding them all,
After building the new world from native wood

Lucifer was canned from heaven
After he tried to kick God offstage
He now has his own show to run

They ate the forbidden fruit
Setting the way of life eternity
Simply by setting the world on fire

When the staff slither's snake
One better harvest before it's too late

When we have too much fun
We’re just like those monkeys they
Tested ecstasy out
on and they ate all they had
in twelve hours. Recovery now
was important here.
It’s like the leaf,
lost in the wind,
trying to find the
branch it fell from because it can’t.
It’s the shirtless man with a striped tie
That declares us insane,
Sort of how the call us un-American
But, they take all
the pride out of it anyway.
The con is telling me how to keep
things straight while he changes
His wig from dark
to light, loafers
And not Nike.  For this
to work, David and Goliath
Need to shake hands he quietly says.  
you lost all depth,
you only know about the solar sun.

I hope our electric
Wasn't too much and
Didn't short circuit
The board.
The warmth from your cold feet
Might be the last and only
Anomaly that can
Conduct any sort of spark
As to why the light switch
Is on but the lights are off.

It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said
hello. The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.

I'm never too cold
Smoking Cigarettes
In the cold with you

I have nothing.
so I'll talk to you
while you're in Malaysia
about the innocence of war
and the grace of missile silos.
I could tell you the
grass is blue here
and you wouldn't know for sure.
Don't fret because I'll give you
my soul unscathed and my
heart under no pressure.
You say left is left and
right is right then the world aligns
for all to see that we're
all just the same even
beyond you and me.
He was sworn not to tell
the story of us all and now
we're all turning in circles about
our time here spent.
No one knows our words but
you, me, and that miraculous
invisible wire

I felt like a Cuban arriving
at a Miami harbor,
banana boat and all
when you rubbed my feet
then drove away.

I was the cat's pajamas
when you slipped me on,
held me under for a
second and said I'd
dry in the blistering sun.

I felt like a cat's
head against your knees.
When you took my shirt
off and told me not to
laugh too loud.

You laughed too
loud when you took
off my pants. I built
the world trades and
watched them crumble too.

I'm the bee's knees
when you let me.
I can take the cave
to the top of the mountain
if that's how you got to be.

Who knows what kind
of man I am? I've never
held a child of mine,
my first communion
wasn't official and
my back is dry. I
was in it for wafers
and body of wine.
I'm Stan with no plan
and a nothing
saved man who
only knows he
can but needs
to lay his hand.
Sand or solid land
I am everything
everything and need
no band or some
social media clan
no if buts or ands.

Dear Whoever,
She left me in the growing dark,
as she left on me, her mark.
Left me wanting more,
as those train doors slowly closed.

The train was close to desolate.
In my heart, I knew I could not sit.
She said her name was karen.
I told her mine, and said I wont lie.

Something inside me told,
My words did not hold.
I took out some paper,
and wrote her a little note.

The moon was above the leaves,
while I read the note from Steve
His words clung to me
I was into him undoubtedly.

Before I could even reply
the notes became a stead supply
I still wanted him
But something was wrong

Nine papers and countless words
Not replying is beyond absurd
I knew that my voice,
Was just a dying effort.

One week and no reply,
For wisdom, I looked to the sky
Nothing was apparent
except for the blue and clouds

I replied after the ninth letter
Hoping to make everything better,
I wrote it quick
Hope he understands

At this envelope, for so long I stared
Wondering if I was being fair.
I was concerned for Steve as,
I dropped it in the mailbox

Her letter came, at last!
I opened it utterly fast
I knew her words would be kind
An inch down, was the starting line

Another girl I almost had
I stand alone, and feel so bad
The moon was rising;
I was falling from this window ledge

For awhile, for too long,
I tried to wake up
and smell her smile,
even after I walked,
a few miles, to get her
car out of a snow pile.
she told me she had me
fine, played another
style, only she had on file,
that left it all defiled.

It's the two of you that are meshed while our
hearts clashed in outer space.
Smile upon the stars is what I said
my only dream would be
but yours had to do with
the crater moons and speed of light.

It was only yesterday
I can remember my loneliness
Until I saw my sunshine
Going down across the way

The moon shines bright
Against those evening clouds
When they clear and steer away
That’s where majestic go and fly

My shadows circle and die
Even they utter and cry
No matter how hard you try
You can’t have all your dreams

An occasional reckless scream
In the distance I try to listen
Mixed morals sound and glisten
Shut my eyes while I try

The suns usual rotation
A God or natural creation
Understanding Life and above
Is like capturing your love

Even those that taught you so
Tell you not to lie but theirs glow
Whether it’s a songbird or a crow
Sometimes you got to let it flow

The sky always waits
No matter how bad the wake
Never ever trying to take
You, me, and nothing more

My mind toggles and boggles
Good and bad being smuggled
Trying to erase and start anew
What’s left that I can see?

You said there's nothing to fear
Even though I was never held close,
It doesn't matter my heart was splattered
and nailed up on plaster

Shooting star across the way
Reminds me you didn't stay
So I’ll never forget
That my sunshine’s gone away

There were numerous footprints
           in pudding on the ground leading to
                  my room while I went to answer the telephone
                             that had been ringing.  The phone had a strange stain
on it. it could have been barbeque sauce,
                                                                          Ketchup
                                                                                         or blood.
                                                                              Then the phone turned
                                                            to ash and then the room!
                                      One wrong move
                             and the whole
                      Thing comes
       crumbling down.
We fell for ever,
     Inner-walls slimed and excreting fiery ***** chunks
              while the search for water is abandon
      Landed in a pool of black thick slimy muck,
The snakes comes slither,
              tar oil, burnt charcoal; snakes
     Pearly white eyes and long black tongue
                   There venom is the orange in the bag from liposuction
                            A light! I say, A light! down there!
                                                            sometimes the only way out is deeper through the ****** pus hole
                                          And fight the white head with nothing but your bare hands

I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm the bubbles
of the rift, quickly formed
and quickly done.
Air inside happens only so long,
I can escape to the
chromium metal,
ask the snakes,
see if they are having
a time while pollution
is apartheid.
Apartheid is man made.
The earth isn't prejudice,
the earth don't judge,
while erasing all of this
from history.

I took his brain and
put it in the formaldehyde
Albert's genius, is a duty for science.
No extra neurons, just  some extra glue;
the glial cells, loop the frontal lobes
and swim in the right hemisphere.
Diamond wanted some samples
but I waited awhile
Three years after I sent
the parts she wanted
in a mayonnaise jar. Extra light
mayonnaise jar.  They learned
about astrocytes and
communication through the brain.
The more the glial glutamate; the more
effectiveness
If the brain was never stolen
who knows where we'd
be at
Only a genius could communicate
during and after his life.

it didnt matter to me that
you had itchy poison
under your arm, I still
would have held you close
while you say that we can never
be anything more than
what we already are.

It didnt matter to me that
I was on the outside looking
in while on the inside
you're looking up at pulsating
tree leaves while there is
lead socks in your shoes
as the peanut gallery wears
funky hats when you told
me you loved me insignificantly.

It didn't matter to me
you wanted other opportunity,
I knew you'd hang around and
I'd hear your vocal sounds
even if it rained during
shining sun, even if winter
had no spring, I'd linger
and be a singer of your lore.

yesterday, I caught my words crying
not out but within.
cryptic and concealed no more
as the rain poured up
and the ice melted shut. The muscles
isotonic strain kindles heart filled
hurtful strength as
endurance accelerates.  
Wasted ones and fives
on groped lonely women.

The ******* forgot the fishbowl
and his keys on government steps
but remembered the leaky wineglass.
Total recall enforced
the key ring's silhouette rolls on by
looking for the keys
to grab a broom and clean up this mess
of market debt and ajar markets.

Ceiling tiles mist and swirl
and wait for mercy to strike again

Twisting and turning
    Is what she said while my heart
Was carried away by the
    Morning breeze. Escape by
Swirling back to the trees was my reply.
    She didn’t believe me until the
Atmosphere aligned my soul into a diamond.
    Pressures all there is anymore
Whether diamond, crystal, or metamorphosis.
    She wanted to know how but her
Train got lost. I tried to warn her
     When they stopped the L train
And the windows were filled with
     Iodized salt and fat free chips.  I’m the
Beaten path trying to grow grass back,
    The dead branch from the fallen snow
Wondering how I got so low on the ground
    When I remember that the morning breeze is
Coming round soon.

Let's jump the sound
skip a couple
staircases and stare at
the eternity void.
It's easy in that
sort of way.
When we watch the
stars from the cold
rooftop, Cambodian skirts,
Indian symboled blankets,
the void is filled for
a brief second of eternity.

How can I write when everything
wants to jump off my tongue
all at once in a never ending loop
of promising lines, **** ups, and give ups?

Being stuck between two clouds is nothing
like a mosquito being stuck from a flexing arm
but
both are more advantageous than having
the mark of brother Cain.  That's just the truth.

If it wasn't King James who said, "I'm going
to fiddle with the word of God for a bit",
then
I don't know who did. Burning bushes
or not I think he made some **** up

just how Abraham almost offed Isaac.
It's a good thing the creator has a sense of
humor
because if it didn't, what's left of these words,
wouldn't matter to me at all and the fun times

would be scarce. Keep the arms not flexed
and the clouds apart and the world might not get
stuck
to itself like plastic wrap does when wind
blows itself through the plastic.

If it wasn't King James who said, "I'm going
To fiddle with the word of God for a bit",
Then
I don't know who did. Burning bushes
Or not I think he made some **** up

Just how Abraham almost offed Isaac.
It's a good thing the creator has a sense of
Humor because
Father’s all over would raise their arms
To the sky and sacrifice away their sons and only God knows who else.

The king was relentless, He didn’t mind
I could only bite my tongue when I wrote
Jonah was spit
To shore from the whale.  The king just wouldn’t let
Me end it there.  

I cringed when Mary birthed
The king of the world as a
******.
It was hard for me not to laugh
Especially the part about forbidden fruit.

I even made up a story about
Rationalizing with wild
Lions
In a den but as long as you
Looked up you lived on.

One night I found an unlabeled scroll
That said he would come when heaven’s the heart
And earth’s
the body and the bones.
James burnt it that night while he drank his tea.

I'll remember her jumping from the airplane to
only disintegrate into billions
of peppered flakes. I'll remember the way she sang
the blues, soft strong, sweet and true.  
I'll remember how they mimicked, how
they tangled language with my soul. I'll
remember the images, turning conniving, clashing and
rushing. The feeling of love in the heart after
carelessly putting yourself together. What does order matter?  
I'll remember Umberto and all he keeps, secret exposed,
rounded and squared.  I'll remember the woman from
the 19th century who haunts me to this day, the
magnitude of the final words of the last zombie.  
I'll remember the glass hairball I couldn't quite hack up,
choking pain, sharp and small.  Knowing I'll never
be stuck in latin translation when Mariana's around is
the greatest relief. I'll remember how she plugged the moon in
so I wouldn't get lost in the rain, graceful purpose, poise and calm.
Her love poems that sent shivers down all our spines. I'll remember
how I drank from her wine glass form and I lost my wits.  
I'll remember when she read my tarot; I felt like Macbeth,
informed mistake, crowned and *******. She only knew that the people
of Hortor would invade.  I'll remember how she won class
the day she pointed out the irony.  The thing I won't remember
is when it all stops going and there's just a room of empty chairs.

all i want to do is fill
your stein because
of the way you make
me feel inside.
These words, not
even Shakespeare's words
can describe how
I am falling for this vibe
and don't want to
get off the ride that's
invaded my mind
in every time

That silly flood made me
Tread all the way down
Here.  
Political pensions over.
Spent on pens and ties.  
Bipartisanship is basically
A commandment now.  They’re
Only there because they have to be, I say.  
They would send relief,
Should I wait a week so the
Check don’t bounce? I
Know how that goes. They
Got a profit on us anyway.
They’re checkbook turned to
Chicken scratch, more like chicken ****.
We’ll see how that goes.
At least I got time to locate
My house that floated off its
Hinges a few miles south.  


*Note: these next poems I’m posting are going to be more political because it’s a project I am writing for a conference.

Words tangle and turn to
mismanaged beliefs
that has paperwork flowing
out the mouths of those
trying to make sense of gibberish
that they fell asleep to while
hungover in their last year of schooling
while they spill the beans
silently with their eyes
because it is Chinese water
torture for the windshield even though  
its not uttering a sound besides
soft steady ticks.

We thought to stand up
after awhile but we
are on our way
back to all fours, if we
keep looking down at our phones.
we'll just be morons with fewer
neurons but enough robots to run the
world household and force ourselves
out of business, I'm not marching
for Robotic rights, or getting a
computer chip to turn my memories or
the songs in my head into
.doc and mp3's or have
Powerpoint files of parental
divorce and alimony court.

You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door.  We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.

Just in case you didn’t know
My mind is low,
You’re reading these scribbles now

This boring man, talks and talks
About government
It’s really not a godsend

This boring man gives his back
And too much slack
This country is on ******* crack

I’m done takinf pointless notes
That I won’t look at
This boring man is very fat

I want to leave and **** ****,
A lovely deed,
This boring man; monotone

Boring man is trying to be cool
He’s a ******* fool
He needs to be in a box, he’s a tool

This boring man, always boring
To my left I hear snoring
Boring man, walk out the door!
Time as of now is molasses
Minutes are hours
**** government and their powers

Democrat, republican, libertarian
You’re all wrong
Hey, pass me that ****.

Boring man cannot teach
I just wish,
I was at the sunny beach

Hell, I’d be anywhere
Not here but there
I don’t care, this guy has no flare

25 minutes, oh my lord,
I’m so bored
Not as much as the boring man

This is getting out of hand
Against government
Let’s all get up and stand!

when your plane gets lost
over Malaysia, don't come
running to me with your blood

and tears in your hands. I already
have a trunk full of it and
it's really hard to pawn because

I seem to be the only one
who knows how to lick your
wounds shut even if

it is after the New Year
when the winter strikes
again and makes us shiver.

Hellopoetry, what's with charging?
I can't believe it hardly.
For once I could put my love,
somewhere to express.
It's like I'm standing on an edge
and you decide to shove.

The trees circle,
‘round my head,
Thinking of the things
You say:
“From mountain high,
down at the base,
there they are,
tiny dancers!
Lights are spinning,
Time to jump for joy,
No better time,
To see.
When the pool,
Tells your hour,
You know precisely you’re
In line.
Everything can’t
Be defined or,
Life would be a tent with
No circus”

I like making
plans I know I won't make,
I just like they're there.  
It's sort of like how we prepare
in our cars with airbags.  
Sometimes we thank God
they're there.

I like waiting at
bottoms of skyscrapers to catch
cripples' stares on stairs.
It's living up to a dare
trying to walk with one leg, one
crutch going up, look at their
Stares on stairs.

It wasn't a hippy
in tie dye that gave me
that squabbled piece of peace.
It was a horrid beast
who claimed I was the first
to not shoot, he gave me his last
Piece of peace.

I didn't like the tone
of his voice when he said
you can't bare the bear
Even outside the lair
you'll shave his fur and run your
hands in your hair, you
can't bare the bear.

I have years of your
wind pattern because my
vane detects vain in your veins.

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

From my mind to my actions
I look and see all the transactions
it is all derived from the same factions

I feel as if I'm the one to blame
Even though I'm told not to claim

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

Everything that has been uttered
Leaves me in the dark to only mutter
Talking with your insolence, you never stutter

I've tried helplessly to bury
What has been often so scary

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

When I think we've come so far
Everything seems to be, just under par
I will always wait, with my door ajar

Forever I will always wonder and wait
Hoping that our time is not too late

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

I wouldn't use you for a cheap trick
Even if you were a random pick
Don't fall for all these traps
It seems like you always fall into
a relapse, and I don't know how to
save you from all this wrath.

I want to sweep you off your feet.
This other guy can take a seat.
No matter how hard he tries-I swear,
I'd treat you kind and wouldn't say
a hurtful word. I hate this bind where
I am stuck by this dreadful fate.

I won't forget the night I saw you.
I thought you'd remember too.
I don't know what it is but I find,
No matter how hard I try-I try,
Whether I stand for you or not
He'll always say those hateful words

Big eyes, boiled blood
Black suds, multiple flies
Identifies insanity

Black bags, short nails
Grinded teeth, sagged eyes
Is just sanity

With what’s considered
Thoughts are littered
Between these facts,
Insanity and not

Times flies, thoughts rush
Sounds pain the ears
Just mostly here

Others make noises
Many cons, suspicion
Leave now or you’re late

It’s all the same
Can’t see it past
The moment now passed
You see, it’s the same

I thought we were moving
your words were soft and soothing

You looked so **** pretty
like the lights of New York City

When the lights go out
I can feel this drought

I thought we were moving
my mood is not improving

I would not feel this shame
if i knew you felt the same

Only if had feelings
As we lay, looking at the ceiling

I thought we were moving
I don't think our feelings are approving

It’s a small house, gotta be swift,
Or, else you’ll get pricked,
Through that backdoor
For the final time

It’s a small town, gotta be quick
Or else you’ll get hit
To cross broken floors
When you did no crime

There’s no time, must be haste
Here, it’s all face to face,
You can’t even try to change
This peculiar race.