Prowling neon shadows,
between the bass lines,
amongst the ******* clad,
multicolored glowsticks shine.

Twisting bodies on the move,
covered in ultraviolet paint,
on an ecstatic trip,
that no one possibly could taint.

Laser lights and bubbles too,
float throughout the air,
lost in the psychedelic,
most don't even care.

DJ on the stage,
like a conductor with baton,
conducts the human orchestra,
all the way till dawn.

Screams and woos excited,
as the songs never stop,
dancing till exhaustion,
till they all start to drop.

Music starts to fade,
as the sun comes up,
the balloons come down,
and coffee cups fill up.

Dollars and cents,
that make no sense,
the market bubble expands,
but is not based on supply and demand.

Retirements savings and hedge funds,
like the triggers of loaded guns,
when at last the bubble bursts,
that day will be black and the worst.

Worthless dollars in Mason jars,
dug up at night under the stars,
Wall Street dead, thrown in the hole,
greenbacks burned to trap their souls.

The rich stay rich, the rest are broke,
like turning wheels and bicycle spokes.
Eventually it comes around,
accompanied by gun shot sounds.

Broken futures and broken lives,
helped by governmental lies,
wealth is shared to nth degrees,
will be like ships on an empty sea.

So be smart and stock pile,
food, guns and bullets all the while,
have a place to go and hide,
zombie hoard is coming in stride.

Once the trucks stop rolling in,
they will commit acts of sin,
killing, stealing, **** and pillage,
in every city and every village.

So be prepared and trust a few,
get ready for perpetual stew,
what you can **** goes in the ***,
what you can grow will be what?

Compounds built and alliances formed,
there will be no choice in this storm,
and if we emerge on the other side,
we'll be self sufficient and full of pride.

Horsemen of the Apocalypse,
today ride in tanks and jets,
bringing the same,
death incarnate.

Flashing eyelashes,
seconds in time,
surprisingly passed,
a life lived fast.

Pain and sorrow,
can heal or pass,
but there is no cure,
for death.

A coins two sides,
reside in duality,
just like day and night,
and life and death.

The shadows of the future,
are our constant companions from birth,
becoming longer and darker as the year's pass,
until solidifies as the grim reaper,
on your final day.

Heaven or Hell,
energy in the cosmos,
freed of all burdens,
by times scythe.

As we all must,
eventually, cast off
flesh and blood,
and embrace wings.

Upon the reservation
Alcohol flows
A once great people
Hold on
In ruins

Remnants of rock and ice
gathered through the eons
silence reigns and light is dim
as he surrounds himself

Ripping apart moons
destroying comets
incorporating asteroids
through the power of gravity

Majestic sphere
concentric rings
father of the outer planets
his shield wielded

Roaming orbit elliptical
just shy of thirty years
wandering, ice crystals sparkling
Influencing the rest of the solar system

Midnight, stars twinkle
mosquitos buzz
the sound of flowing water
an occasional splash

A bull frog croaks out a beat
and the tree frogs sing harmony
the owl lead sings from the trees
and the cicada sings backup

My black light illuminates
the night purple
as flying insects glow
as does the crawling scorpion

Monofilament fishing line
creates purple lines
running into the water
like lasers fired

Watching and waiting
on the riverbank
for the line to quiver
and the rod to bend

Night crawlers squirm
in their styrofoam bowl
waiting their turn
to search for catfish

The wind blows nonstop,
as the semi rides down the highway,
a cloud of dust blocks out the view,
and tightens my sinuses.

The blowing straps tap out a beat,
an occasional drift onto rumble strips
accompanies the rhythm,
ever present bass drum of the wind beats on.

The windshield air leak whistles along,
I find my toe tapping
and my hand snapping
uncontrollably with the song of the road.

It's heating up, summer season,
drinking like a bunch of heathens.
like a river, whiskey flows,
were feeling good, head to toes.

******* ready, out past the waves
it has the things you really crave,
girls in bikinis and coolers of beer,
charcoals burning, it's all right here.

Drop an anchor, park the boat,
tie it off and let it float,
wade on over to the bar,
splish and splash, it's not that far.

It's heating up, summer season,
drinking like a bunch of heathens.
like a river, whiskey flows,
were feeling good, head to toes.

Live band playing, redneck yacht,
dudes with guitars, this is the spot,
girls dancing around the pontoon,
having fun no one is leaving soon.

Sandman went on his nightly duties
Shapeshifter, some dark others a cutie
Tonight,a tribute to David Bowie, is his mask
as he sets about his dreamy task

Once he passed sleep around
sold his drug about the town
Resting slumber highs for all
Every night he has a ball

A few people he passes up
The ones that filled their cup
with coffee or tea way too late
He lets them face their fate

With all his dealings done
way before the rising sun
He watches himself blow away
To come again the following day.

So when you see the blowing sand
be thankful, as it may be his hand
or any part of him, together will creep
that's all for now, go to sleep.

The smell of saltwater
the stench of fish and seaweed,
all blown away by the everpresent breeze,
forming dunes yards from the shore.

Colorful clams burrow after every wave,
garnishing the brown sands
with hues of blue, yellow, red and green,
bleached white scallop shells tumble in the surf.

The sun Burns in on the east beach,
bronzing exposed skin
burning as midday hits
the glare cut with Costa's.

The evening cools and fires start,
bikinis wrap with blankets,
and drinks and stories are shared,
as the spume glows in moonlight.

Thrown over my shoulder,
dissolved into my past,
crystalline stones,
no longer season my future.

Opinions and decisions
drawn on life's experiences.
lead each down our own path.
sometimes requiring introspection,
and examination of our own,
inner demons.

Entrenched history,
paints the future,
but you can change the hue.

Seeing through feline eyes,
myself caught in rapture,
tapping into ancient memories,
remembered by the trees

the mist caresses bare skin,
and protects me as I commune
with the histories,
searching for lost knowledge.

swamp gas glows phosphorescent,
as the energy passes into me,
powering the surroundings,
and causing life to surge.

growth, birth, renewal,
I am the focus point,
the bead of aim,
as they try to heal the Earth.

my bronze skin radiates,
and dark hair concentrates,
the beads hanging from my neck,
from now on a powerful talisman.

soul sent back to me,
from deep in space,
and lost in history,
I return a shamaness.

Down on hands and knees,
as the muddy surf surges around me,
the shells move in a choreographed dance,
there I sit, awaiting the next wave.

The smell of seaweed and fish invade nostrils,
as my eye hunts for the pointed serrated shape,
the telltale black on white colors,
the single toothed grin of a bull shark,

There among the crushed shells,
reds and blacks and the opalescent sheen
of the mother of pearl, long since crushed,
the shark tooth comes to rest.

Extracted from the sand and rinsed,
added to the collection
rattling in the black and silver,
old school film canister.

Later to be examined with my love,
poured onto a napkin and sorted,
by shape and size, and arranged
into an arrow pierced heart.

Awakened in a sheepskin rug
all tucked in with her and snug
a night of drinking at a friends
has brought all of that to an end

A pact in childhood had been made
that current friendship had forbade
but if an age we reached and still single
with each other, fluids mingle

Friendship gone with night of bliss
enjoyed the friction and every kiss
but for each other just not meant
and a relationship now bent

Lost touch now,  and reminisce
how different life would be if this
had taken hold and not been a fling
wondering what life would bring

But now married with two kids
life is far from on the skids
Beautiful wife, now for years
story told only over beers

Mistletoe hangs in the naked mesquite tree,
years ago someone cut up soda cans into squares,
and hung in this tree with bits of wire,
long since grown into the limbs.

In the darkness of night especially in fall and winter,
this tree immediately takes you to Christmas,
as headlights reflect and shimmer off the aluminum,
in shades of silver, maroon, and green.

As the winter night breeze blows,
we pass by the tree and are compelled to stop,
my wife and I get out and approach and enjoy,
snowflakes begin to fall into the scene.

Perfection prior to Christmas,
as she notices the green mistletoe,
and presses her lips to mine,
cold snowflakes melt on our faces heightening senses.

With the reflection of shimmering colors in her eyes,
we hold hands and walk to the car,
the heater running, we listen to Christmas carols,
as we travel home toward family and the holiday.

Lightnings flash and thunders teeth gnash
Rain stains my windows with mud
Wind rages as the hail stages
Icy stones, thrown from the sky
Trees creak and the roof leaks
Blue sky appears, end of fears

Condensation
Dripping drops
Fog the shower door

Hiding the beauty within
Tan lines
Humble curves

A view
I love to take in
Soapy masterpiece

A museum piece
Hidden in the back
How can I see

I peck at the door
A fist stripe clear spot
Appears at eye level

Staring through
Like a knot hole in a fence
At the scene inside

The ever present sweep of hands
in the great numbered circle,
slowly counting us down,
to the infinity of eternity.

The pendulum swings,
time passes by the second,
never to be returned,
some used, others thrown away.

Tick, tick, tick,
we hear it first,
then we begin to feel it,
then we begin to see it.

The iron grip
of the clock,
its hands turned to fingers
gripping and squeezing our youth.

The smell of sunscreen and salt
as the beach winds blow

her bikini strings flap on her back and hips
as I study the freckles here and there

following her spine down to
the ruby red grapefruit colored bottoms

round and full as ones on the tree
I am positive just as **** and sweet

her sweat in the summer sun
seasons the sweetness

like the drink in my glass
of the same colors

enjoying the views
from the beachside bar

Ah the night is silent,
like a tomb,
monsters come out,
with the moon.

Walls of bones edge the path,
as ancestors grin in candle light,
as I roam under cathedrals,
a trip to history,
but everyone is silent.

I roam the catacombs
from time to time,
one never knows
what one may find.

Except, chiming marrow,
turned to dust,
encapsulating ancient,
memories and knowledge.

A scuff in the distance,
shutter the lantern.
Don't dare take a breathe
that will give us all away.

Knights shields hold secrets,
embossed with codes,
sword topped sarcophagus box,
containing what?

What indeed, tricks and traps.
Skill is needed,
to navigate the deadly
corners, keep your wits sharp.

But that light is like a grid,
cast through storm grates,
hiding only one eye,
that stares from the dark.

Each pool of light
offers false comfort.
The dark brings security

Stone slabs slide open,
with grinding teeth sounds,
amid rising dust,
a treasure inside?

I hear them rise from the depths,
their ancient bones rattle,
deep like hollow thunder.

Murderous thoughts and deeds
once loose, likely breeds
causing pain for victim and witness
testing, physical and mental fitness
Full moon, no hint of breeze
dreadful odor, stifle a sneeze

Peeking around the corner I seek
source of the smell, that sickly reek
hooded man, a plain white van
dumping bodies in the dumpster can

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

I hide, and dare not retch
I just might be a victim next
quickly van pulls on the street
did not look, an 18 wheeler meet

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

Through the flames, I see eyes plead
I am inclined to let him burn and bleed
quickly paying for his sins
throwing bodies in trash bins

smell of death replaced with smoke
I light one up, take a ****
Listening for sirens, song
Cops on way, it won't take long

Report the bodies and the crash
the culprit is already ash
was I wrong not rendering aid
I hope my soul I did not trade

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

lips pressed together
pheromones now exuded
lust is in the air

A hint of mint on the wind
high pitched hum in the distance
a gust with a change
now new mown grass

My Earl Gray tea, hot
with the oil of bergamot
on my salad sweet and ****
balsamic vinaigrette

Smokey grilled chicken
with basil and thyme
Pinot Noir, my choice of wine
garlic wild rice on the side

In my garden Marigolds fill my nose
as I spray water from the hose
giving way to piney sweetness
as the rosemary is disturbed

Aromas of cedar and dirt
hit me on my evening walk
through the forested hill
in the fading lights chill

Ozone zings my nostrils,
as I watch the angry storm approach,
a wall of falling silver is now visible,
it is consuming all it touches as it eases my way.

A blinding flash and a
clap of thunder rolls,
geosmin and petrichor
overwhelm my sense of smell.

The wind begins to run
through the mint and rosemary,
and pinon pine needles begin to fall,
a potpourri of sweet, herbal, and spicy.

Giant drops begin to fall,
splashing on my face,
I close the door on the storm,
to the smell of roasting chicken.

From the Oak cask pours the golden remedy,
filling a snifter and like a crystal ball diviner,
the future of this cold evening is evident,
frost flowers already forming out my window.

With the first sip, and the delicious burn
the muscles relax just a bit, and a sigh escapes,
the week's demon releases his grip a bit,
I shall banish him in the hours to come.

Sweet Melody emerges from the bedroom,
she moves like her namesake,
music in motion incarnate,
as she walks by, I steal a kiss and a smile.

The fire crackles and pops across the room,
raging flames there and deep within my core,
she says pour another drink and join me,
as she burrows into blankets in front of the pyre.

Take my cup
Fill it up
Seagram's seven 7up

See a girl, take a chance
Ask her for a little dance
It might end in romance

Love her curves
Watch her swerve
She's way more than I deserve

We dance around
To hickhop sound
She drops it low down to the ground

Cut a rug all night long
We don't skip a single song
Band slows down she holds me strong

Ask her, girl where have you been?
She just winks at me and grins
Headed toward a night of sin?

Last song, soft and slow
I am lost inside our flow
Lights come on, it's time to go

She kisses me on the cheek
She blushes red and looks weak
Grins at me and starts to speak

I'm sorry, she says with a frown
My Husbands deployed on foreign ground
I needed a night to get unwound

I tip my hat and say my pleasure
This is a memory I'll treasure
send some prayers for good measure

A little peck, and she walks away
I think about her to this day
For the troops, again I'll pray

Pink hyacinth blooms,
atop floating green leaves,
the dark green bullfrog sits idly,
occasionally announcing his presence.

Fullmoon light illuminates,
the blue water pond imitates
a giant silver mirror,
reflecting the sky.

A single disturbance,
created by a drinking damselfly,
ripples the night's reflection,
like paradoxes through time.

I sit and watch being still,
until the hum approaches,
I have been found by the mosquitos,
time to retreat.

Building in the distance,
an anvil shape forms,
a sudden booming ringing,
as thunders hammer pounds down.

The fading sun is obliterated,
blacked out by flowing clouds,
moving with a willful force,
its power becoming obvious.

Electrical sparks, miles long,
golden streaks toward the ground,
impacting with destruction,
an ancient tree explodes.

Proud now of its process,
it whips itself into a frenzy,
twisting wind swirls and swirls,
into the finger of a god.

The finger thumps the countryside,
it reloads and thumps the town,
booming laughter after each of its
fancy flaming flashes.

As the sun comes up,
the clouds burn away,
the fingers trail is obvious,
traced a path of devastation.

Engulfed in blackness,
split only by lightning,
like a ripping of reality,
and the rumble of repair.

As the storm passes
despite the destruction of
sparking power lines
my mind is fully powered.

Stars emerge from light pollution,
not seen for many years,
my hand waved in front of my face,
unseen in the dark house.

Nocturnal communal,
as words and thoughts
circulate in the darkness,
swirling into a minds light.

A candle ignites on its own,
blue static sparks arc,
as power restarts,
a collective breath, taken.

But the stars are humbled
by electrics bright,
and thoughts freed in the dark,
once more trapped in the light.

the sun sings out loud
as the horizon is crept
daytime crescendo

Guilty pleasures
some to treasure
but if it is not returned
then both parties
feel sometimes burned

Blood drips from thorns
the beautiful rose bloom
is sometimes the most painful

The piranha swirl on the first blood drop
like a switch turned on that cannot stop
bezerkers with blood lust on attack
once it starts hard to take back

Pain it shapes us
it can be seen
destroying our hopes and dreams
holes ripped into our hearts
then the bleeding really starts
the dripping red of our life blood
puddles up in a flowing flood
it leaves a trail far and near
much like the tracks of falling tears

So death in silence
no bell to toll
now I go on a lonely stroll
exploring purgatory I go
following a rivers flow
the scythe of the reaper
cuts with finality much deeper

Frozen tears that never fall
fill the heart and clog the hall
emotions stuck deep inside
of the wounded, they keep the stride
the time has run out, there is no more
everybody heads towards the door

The past once done is set in stone

The drive began in Donna,
at the tail end of Texas.
We mounted up and began
step one of 952 miles.

Coastal plains, the endless grass,
into scrubby mesquite trees and rolling hills.
Canyons, climbing and descending
rocks rolling under horse and cattle.

Saddle sore and travel weary
riding the endless days.
The nights, stars, moon, planets,
taking turns, watching over the herd in the darkness.

Cougars, and coyotes,
rustlers and the weather all up to no good.
Then we come up to the
streams, creeks and the mighty rivers.

Nasal breathing from the herd,
the splashes of tails and hooves.
Yaw, and get along,
the slap of a rope on a leg.
Cattle and river's smell, fills the nose.

Chili beans, and cornbread
Hard tack to snack
My hat shields my head
from the rain, and the blazing sun.

50 men and 3000 head,
march triumphantly into Abilene Kansas.
Where the cattle are immediately loaded
into railroad cars after walking 952 miles.

Wine glasses filled with red,
matching shadows under lace,
a devilish and delicious grin,
the smile on her face.

She wishes to devour me,
taken over by the devil inside,
I believe I shall allow it,
and enjoy the Valentines ride.

Roaming through the neon lights,
a taxi ride after a flight,
drinks and smokes at the bar,
now I'm walking roaming far.

Dollars in a slot machine,
pull the arm, spinning things,
they all line up and lights flash,
now I have lots of cash.

Across the walk, I simply stare,
cowgirl floats up in the air,
I go in and the music starts,
the excited beating of my heart.

Drink induced hyper-feelings,
watching her leaves me reeling,
as she dances upon the table,
has me feeling fully unstable.

The bounce of breast and fling of hair,
and her twerking derriere,
beats of Jimmy's "Purple Haze",
cannot blink, my eye agaze.

Spinning movements dropping low,
liquid motions, music's flow,
the smell of jasmine and of  sweat,
suddenly I feel in debt.

Making dollars rain on her,
she is a  twisting, spinning blur,
help me, help me, my mind has flown,
and now all my money has been blown.

The music ends with money piles,
she waves at me and she smiles,
a wave of sadness rolls over me,
but just a fleeting moment, I hear a new beat.

Shoulder length blonde hair
******* in a pony tail
blue jean shorts, cut just right
no *******, you can tell

Yellow tank top filled
with just the right sized *******
yesterday a t-shirt with no bra
she more than passed the test

Long legs and a great smile
she is very much a cutie
I am married happily
but I appreciate her beauty

The raven transforms,
in a beauteous flow
Stark blackness,
against creamy snow.

Her lover
is trapped
forever
in bird form

the drums beat out a warning,
*** dum bah, *** dum bah
as the dancers begin to spin,
the fire swirls higher, in the growing wind.

a shout rings out from warriors throats
like a trilling banshee wail,
spears raised, and shaken in the air,
a message, nobody will be spared.

a shaman joins in,
mask just like a shield,
painted like a monster,
that sets feet, running in the field.

he casts a spell upon the fighters,
and sends them on their way,
with knives and spear points gleaming,
to make interlopers pay.

as they move from the fire,
shadows do they cast,
of jaguars, tigers and bears,
tapping ancient lives past,

silent in the darkness,
through the jungle do they stride,
moving all as one,
like lions in a pride.

circling the enemy,
they attack without a sound,
leaving nothing but bodies,
stacked upon the ground.

blades and spear points drip,
like the ****** fangs they are,
a few limp and smile about,
their future battle scars.

Friday night let's have some beer,
all my rowdy friends are here,
blondes, brunettes, and redheads too,
tight blue jeans, what a view.

Sawdust covers up the floor,
let's do some shots, who wants one more?
Blake Shelton sings some drinking songs,
smiles and laughter didn't take long.

Let the work week drain away,
hit the dancefloor, come on lets play,
belly rubbin' and boot scootin'
woo's and hollers and some hootin'.

Chris Ledoux sings "County Fair"
I kiss the redhead on a dare,
she's all in and kisses back,
all my buddies jaws hang slack.

The rest of the night we dance away,
and then watch the sun come up on the day,
breakfast anyone? my buddy screams,
and so we live the weekend dream.

Upon their brooms, the witches come
flying in a V I know not where from,
spreading disease and fear and shame,
it is how they play their game.

Virus, bacteria, and even prions,
are the things they thrive upon,
found in the places people should not go,
but from there they reap then sow.

We try to battle through science gains,
but there's so many like drops of rain,
our antibiotic umbrella is full of holes,
as our current situation shows.

The witches are here, but are not real,
simply a characterization of how I feel,
the trapped feeling of stay at home,
even though I am not alone.

A piece of bone kept,
a jar of tears wept
a piece of clothing, a bit of skin
anything to remember my sin.

The Sandman was scared away,
by the demon not tucked away,
I cannot dream, I cannot live,
something has got to give.

I fight the monster with Ambien,
and Lunesta has become a friend,
but he creeps back from banishment,
and tortures me with his whip.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but from words I run and hide.
microaggressions and slights felt,
In my safe space, I want to cry.

I stick my fingers in my ears,
and say la-la-la-la-la,
if I start to feel offense,
I can not see, through another's lens.

My opinions and ideas,
I cannot justify,
because it's right,
is always my reply.

I cannot tolerate anything,
outside of my beliefs,
if I don't agree with you,
I'm calling the ACLU.

Whining and crying,
my skin is so thin,
I am pure in heart and mind,
contrary to me is full of sin.

Cooler Corona incognito
No glass on the beach
red solo cup full
lime in my hand
as I salt the rim
beckoning beach

Spume on the waves
Head on my beer
I just stare
at bikini girls rear.

While it is hot
and my mouth was dry
the scene is enough
let salivation fly

Sweet fluids tasted
in the honeyed flow
souls entwined
and spirits glow


thirst quenched.

I throw ideas into the wind
and watch them blow away
perhaps to be found again
someday in a far off place

Thoughts are like skipping silver dollars on the lake
they skim a few times from wave to wave
and then sink out of sight
to dive deep for someday

Other bits of craziness
are thrown into a furnace
become liquid and melt together
and poured into a mold

Solidifying into something
useful, maybe even profitable
but these, alas
are few and far between

Oozing tears
from dry ducts
brought on by
words and fear

Indeed they are always here
but you must control, them far and near
keep them at mental arms reach
they are yours so learn to teach

Whip in hand and a chair
tame them like lions, if you dare
or submit to them to be devoured
if you let them overpower

Deeds are much more telling
words are but ideas out of mouths
or poured onto paper and screens
actions based on those words
truly tell the tale

we all feel
sometimes we heal
but not always

As Luna pulls upon the tides
my thoughts also ebb and flow
I am simply along for the ride
as neurons fire too and fro

Tinted window glass darkens Luna's face
her light kisses the shadows in my room
as I sit in the dark and listen to my heart race
worrying about things in life that I assume

Then she comes in and approaches
angelic, white gown glowing in the night
I simply stare, into my soul she encroaches
no more thoughts, just her in the moon light

Cirrhotic mikado clouds do swirl,
the sun beats down as the smoke it curls,
if Xanadu is near, I have been fooled,
as my hope continues to cool.

Lost in the evening looking over wrath,
the earth continues its chosen path,
as do we toward destruction,
brought about by rampant construction.

DNA mixed and made the billions,
but so did the dino-reptilians,
we think we are masters of our time,
but we simply cling like the frosted rime.

As seasons change we melt away,
it is not our fault, it is just the way,
as it never stops and ever expands,
time and the universe random plan.

Fog and haze,
create a maze,
ever-changing in the breeze,
want to know? just ask the leaves.

A ship with no rudder or sail,
adrift and at the whims of the current,
seeing where it will travel,
enjoying the experience.

Prowling the oceans clear blue,
from bottom to top and ranging far,
looking for love and food,
with little else in mind.

With just a sip or two,
crystalizing emotions,
as the amber fluid,
jailbreaks my tongue.

X Y Z axis locations,
changing at my command,
thinking outside of 2 dimensions,
allowed outside the boxes boundaries.

With the beat of wings,
from the cage, I fly,
circling the moon,
and penetrating the clouds.

Clearing a space,
to soar,
aloft under the stars,
on the edge of space.

From the day of birth,
to first steps and words,
I've watched you grow,
through times steady flow.

Bicycles and ballgames,
scraped knees and pains,
holiday plays and songs,
seems like it didn't take long.

Driving and friends,
dances and proms,
homework and tests,
with hope for the best.

Here we are again,
another beginnings eve,
cap, tassel, and gown,
as high school winds down.

The pride in my heart,
tears ready to spill,
the diploma is handed,
in life, you've now landed.

And now a new journey,
you alone must begin,
just do your best,
you made it through the first test.

Happy Graduation Day.

Adrift in the vacant void,
inhibited ideas increase,
firing frightful formations,
neurons never-ending nonsense.

Meaningless mouthfuls,
spewed and sprayed,
verbose vocabulary,
meaningless mumbo-jumbo.

Brainwaves wander wearily,
bouncing from skull walls,
ping ponging, in the end,
amounting to nothing.