Not quite the ideas guy
Artistic
Creative
Is not my description
Of this
Cogitative
Projection
Of social pretension
Dimensions
Belief
From its schools of thought
Kept in suspension
For discipline
Listening skills
I neglect
For more cognizance of
Going deeper in
Depth
To the provenance of
The first inkling
Of being
And cogency gleaned
Between lines
That I’m reading

Make ripples
Make currents
Make free
Health insurance
Take back
Machinations
Imposing convergence
Emergency powers
Gatekeeping us
Weaker
And baiting the switch
With a click
Of a beeper
Continues its seek and destroy
Defense spending
And furthers its cause
Of more violent
Offending
When bending the knee
Disagreers take aim
At their bullets
And ballots
Are one and the same

Take my anthems
To the phantoms
Resting easy
In their mansions
Make my stances
Just breakdances
And promiscuous
Romances
Wake the guilty
Law abiding
To a passive revolution
Slate the social justice movement
For a younger blood transfusion
Of unruliness
Compounded
When the arts of speech
Suppressed
And undercover
Album covers
Sweep it under
The arrest
And dominating
Circulating
Mainstream media
Discourses
Are the forces
That endorse
Its mass consumption’s
Darkest horses
But as soon as they
No longer run
The races
Bullet case ‘em
And whatever they once stood for
Just gets buried in
The basement

Went to go
Rub you
Right out of my life
Then I stood
All alone
At the edge of a knife
And I had the discussion
With you
And we ended things
Ran through the memories
Severed suspended strings
Fated
Away
In a fatal malaise
As we both
Remained different
Indifferent to pain
And the blame
Remained shamefully
Stained on my name
And the days would go by
And I’d feel you drift further
Observe as your passion for me
Loses fervor
And swerve nearly out of control
Of my thoughts
Of my words
Of my mind
Of the increasing costs
To do business
Transactions
Detached from emotion
Yet still feel your presence
Intents by the ocean
Is not to take anything more
Than your place
At my side
And as equals
Embrace
So you see
Dearest Evi
The love of my life
How I’ve stood
All alone
At the edge
Of this wife
And gazed deep in her eyes
In sincerity
Weeping
And speaking through
Spilling guts
Desperately keeping
In touch with her one way
Until the dread runway
Returns to take her
To my failures on replay

Once there was
Genuine love
Little else
Even anyone
Briefly intruding
Was dealt
A rejection,
A kick to the curb,
A dismissal
For you had my heart,
My attention,
Committal
And nowhere along
Has it veered
Off the path
Has it not added up
To us doing the math
To subtractions of time
On divisions of labor
And multiplications
Of do me a favor
Becomes the replacement,
The stand-in
Compassion
Attraction
Devolves and erodes
In the masking
Of hurt
Inadvertently
Still we inflict
On one’s worth
But reverse it all back
And redo it all over
You still just get
Two different people
Grow older

You think a younger face
Of fascist puppet
Will convince us
That your Aryan ambition’s
Righteous missions
Could evince us
As the proud to serve his people
Heroes
Soon enough
Become the Nero’s
Zero care
But heir apparent
Threats to my
Entitled merit

Soon
Worship nothing
Before a false idol
Consider these signs
That I’m seeing
As vital
Flatlining
And idle
Of minding
Its business
Its dealings
Provoking
The pulse
Of the polls
To its feelings
For fear
Is the sheep
To the slaughterhouse
Martyrdom
I am the bomb
In its first class’s
Carrion