No no
No thoughts for me
What are they costing me
Losses amounting
To only
Exhausting me
Lost causes
Lost track of time
Always agonize
Over the top
Of the hill
My allegiance lies
Cries on it
Dies on it
Bides its whole
Life on it
Further entrenched in its view
Stakes its life on it
Like a false flag
With a ****** of force
Buries
In roots and the soil
The toil
And wearies
The mind to more critical forms of it
Racking
The brain
With its myriad
Don’t feel safe
Cracking

Seeing only red
Dilutes the stop light
Colored
Dread
And all the rest
Is free to go
Into a
Hasty
Guilty
Pled
So slow you roll
Before creating
One more not so
Special ed
Another crime scene to be fled
Another pipeline to aWOKEn
The arrested walking dead
Another anthem of the victimized
To fill your little head
And wedded foremost
To your infantries
You hiss and lash
And shed
The superficial
Artificial
Skin decisions
To conform
To recapitulate
Submissively
And watch
The global warm

Insider traitors
Still trading our lives away
Charging us more
For the right
To go work all day

Mother
I wonder
How could you not smother me
Shrieking for twenty plus years
Out of infancy
Violently
Lashing out
My insecurity
Clashing with
Crippling doubt
Nothing new to me
Felt all your rage
And your anguish
Get through to me
Clearly
More resonantly
Than didactic
Could ever successfully
Teach us
The tragic
Downfall of the love
That still lives in
Your son,
In the ghost of his father
Now comfortably numb
But in baring such burdens
Alone all these years
You kept sparing me from
Far more nightmarish fears
Through reminding
At times
To the tempests and maelstroms
Of mind
We are thrown
But our interlinked hearts
See our wayward souls
Home

Either you’re broken
Or broken right open
So let go
Of no stone unturned
Goes unspoken
And throw yourself
So unreservedly
Into
The passions
You bask in
To mask
What you’ve been through
We all do
Go onward
And reap what we sow
We all weep
In the withering wastelands
Of woe
With the infinite void
Of our sorrows
In tow
High and low
All the while
Stay searching,
Resisting
The often alluring
Submission
Insisting
We offer ourselves
To the last
Sweet escape
And instead
In the interim
Content create

Rather take culture
Than power
All day
But my counterclaims
Waging their wars
To the grave
To the say no more
Nemeses
Seek to enslave
Though if any
Among them
Demand I behave
It is not an enraged
Won’t go quietly
Cage
State of mind
I would seek to portray
For the slobbering, driveling
Man babies
Wave
Their unfurling economy
Banners
In flame
For some impulse control
Wholly lacking
Performance
Their victimized,
Histrionic
Self-endorsement
Is not how my dormant
Internalized
Torment
Awakens to its
Catastrophic
Disruption
Or floods the zone
With more
Amoral
Corruption

And words give way
To waves
Give way
To worlds
Give way to graves
And we are all together
Digging
Deeper
Living
In our caves
Just facing out across
The bluest
Of expanses
One could dream
But seldom looking
Back the other way
Unless upon a screen