It’s all in the voice
In the faintest
Of hisses
Its promises
Succulent
Sugar sweet
Kisses
The wishes it grants
Are deliciousness
Blisses
When all that it asks
Is the whole
Mortal soul
As it guides the pen hand‘s
Signature
To the scroll

There was Africa me
No one wanted to be around
Couldn’t so much
As set foot on the ground
Make a sound
That was welcome
Contentious abounded
Whatever I said
Or I did
Or I didn’t do
Already
Dead
Now there’s back at home me
Land of liberty
Bound
Unemployed
But enjoying
A stroll into town
And a run in the park
Past a people who know me
Don’t throw stones
Or shade
And don’t try to control me
Just let me go
On my way
‘Bout my day
Only slowing to smile
And wave
No delay
But still something is missing
Some sense
Of community
Lost in a country
This virus
Is ruining

It’s clear
You don’t care
About people
Still dying
So maybe it’s time
You heard
Animals
Crying
And feel what it’s like
To be trapped in a cage
Pacing back and forth
Back and forth
Listless all day
It’s not natural
Not normal
Not instinct
Not real
It’s like no one else  
Ever
Explained
What they feel
Enough for you
To know
I don’t want to be food
But I also don’t want
To be rude
Telling you
That it’s time to bequeath
That full plate
Full of meat
And stop eating these animals
Clearly replete
With a bevy
Of unhealthy
Parasite
Viruses
Lost in the
No weapons prosper
Against me
My weapon of choice
Is the time race
Commencing  
My voice to say anything
It ever dreamed
Even if
It’s extreme
And no one else
Believes
It could ever be real
I don’t either
Just know
What I feel

Wonder if
You wonder if
You often cross my mind
And how you linger there
As I just stare
And wonder why
I even try
To put a smile
On that face,
When I know
It could not
Erase
Those crazy feelings
So you claimed
But I know you feel nothing,
Same
Except perhaps
Some grave dependency
On me
Or somebody
To have,
To hold,
To clearly see
Really wanted to love
And be loved
As easy
As the rest of us seem
To believe
We receive
And deserve unto death’s
Unreserved
Deceive

Kid stays on his feet
All the live long day
Doesn’t care to take seat
Never bows,
Never prays
But offer
Refreshment
And you can expect
To make friends with him
Won’t be too
Farther away
From the moment
The genuine courtesy
Flows
And the mutual human
Befriends
Former foes

We are one god together
Your anger
Comes from places of good
Intentions
Freedom isn’t free
But it should be
No?
The tech kids are on us
The technoids
Supply us
I’m no villain
But it’s fun
To pretend to be one
Sometimes
Been singing it long since
I found you
Unbound you
How alone
That I really was
Hung on the phone
But I wrote of the dirges,
The scourges
Of passion
And somehow
You heard them,
And took to their fashion
Despite how it clashed
With the outfitted
Madness
The first thought
To pop
In my head
An old adage
Went something like
She wasn’t meant to be
Waves at the sea
Wasn’t meant to be you
Wasn’t meant to be me
Couldn’t see
Every
In the unity beam
Nor as high
As my smoldering wings
Carried me
There was her
There was him
There was light-dimming
Din
Resonance
In the fading of timeless
Again
There was kings
There was queens
There was ambient
Fiends
There were beings
Redeeming
My fatalist fates
In the face of believing
And then intervening
To herald my victory
Triumphant
Eulogy
Proud to be falling
In love with serenity
Dare as I
Bold as the
Erinyes
Bearing me
Sharing my mystery
Glimpse of infinity
With what remembrance’s
Remnants
Remain
In the current rendition’s
Revisionist page

No longer perturbed,
Or concerned with
Malfunction
Devices
Who could
Replace luxury goods
At these prices?
Just question their uses
If ever I needed it
Really
Or just
Couldn’t live without its
Mostly gathering dust
Obsolescence
Intended
So much I expended
In money,
In energy,
Times I attempted
Rebooting
The frozen screen
Only concluding
Inept with this tech  
Not exactly computing
With my disconnect
From the world’s
Troubleshooting

She’d have to be
Close to
Perfection
To settle
The subtle,
Befuddling,
Fluttering
Stutter
All cluttered
In shortness of words
That I struggle
To utter
Some other subconsciousness
Unbeknownst lover
Discovered at just the right
Least expect moment
I let down my guard
And on her
Only focus
Like when
The end-seeking
What you never find
Enters into your life
Like a chill  
Down the spine
She would have to be into
My mind
But not mine
Wouldn’t want her submission
Just someone to listen
And kiss me
For simply
Existing
Sometimes

Sometimes
When I’m reading through
Old history
Messages that I sent to you
I can’t believe
That you’d ever amuse,
Humor me
In my lunacy
Barely coherent
On tangents
I’m off again
Just to sound smart,
Win your heart
And be off again
On some unyielding
Crusade to make sense of you
Next to
The rest of the world
And all I could do
With or without you
Within it
Provide for you
Constant adventure’s
Amenity
Pleasantry,
Wisdom
And insight
I felt
Kept you next to me
When anywhere
Else but my side
Would be
What I think would be best
For the you
And the me

Math is just
Infinitude
Of numbers
And equations
No one wants
And no one needs
Until the alien invasions
Leave its stringy theories
Tangled
In another quantum zone
As they incessantly perplex
And vex
My x equals unknown
And though I add,
Subtract,
And multiply,
Divide
I just can not abide
By geometric principles
Misshaping my
Befuddled mind
Despite the fact  
They tie together
Everything
We make believe
Is probable
To e mc
And make us see
All calculations
Possible

I had barely set foot
Out the door
Before
There
I was back at it
After I ran
Through the air
Like a time flying clock
Through where does it all go
Comes and goes
Is just flowing
From highs
Into lows
But the point is
It shifts
From awoken to sleeping,
From morning to evening,
From life on repeating
Without even skipping
A beat
In this fleeting,
Unchanging,
Yet aging phase
Pacing
Myself for a race
In which participating
Is days wasted chasing
Some prize at the end
That I know
Upon winning it
Doesn’t depend

When you start to see
Predator faces
In trees
And inhabited spaces
Comprise only speech
And the shapes
Undulating
In patterns,
The breeze
Emanating
From some
Indiscernible source
Resonating
Its serenade
Altered discourse
Ambulating
Like tabula rasa
First steps
I have taken
Into the precarious
Premeditated  
Subconsciously
Mind
Is a blender of bliss
In a time-warping whirlpool
Apotheosis
Then eye do believe why
Me myself
We and I
Is a lie
And the truth
Is as nebulous
Clouds in the sky
Coalescing
As all
Into one  
God’s disguise

I look back
And wish
It was different
Than this
I don’t want to be old
And alone
Gettin’ ******
At the slightest
Disturbance
Of my peace of mind
By the simpletons
Not seeing my
Eye to eye
When the weather is weird
And bizarre
Is the word
I would use
To describe it all
First
But perhaps
Not the perfect
Conversing
Immersed
More in only more
Mine
Kind of **** to deal with
Since it’s news to me
Cared to share
Its
Acid trip

Can only
Return
To inspired
So seldom
We grow old
Withhold
What we feel
Is unwelcome
To others
We may
Trust the most
Confidantes
Who most likely desire
What nobody wants
To impart,
Or apprise,
Or describe
Candidly
When for free
It is offered
So off-handedly
By the back-handed,
Off the cuff,
Tongue in cheek
Flattery
Frenemies cattily
Cat-calling
Blabbing spree
You find amusing
And humorous
Yes?
I guess besties
Just really means
Who wore it best
But at least reflects
Some attempt
Semblance
Expressed
Of two people
As fake
As the real world
Can get

Still wreckless as any
Top speeder
Still racin’
Their wasted time
Pitying
Other’s temptations
And breakin’
More laws
Than the bones
To pick with it
Intrinsic injustice
Inclined to resist it
And minding my own
Business
Seems like a chore
When I know keeping peace
Often looks more like war

Always open
To that notion
The what if
The water
Was drained
From the ocean
I picture some skeletal
Coral remains
Desiccated earth core
Still suspended in space
And the people would gaze
Peering out
Over edges
Of islands still standing
As skyward peak ledges
And coastal shelf
Rifts
Overlooking a chasm
Or gradual shifts
In the tectonic spasm
The treasures uncovered
Where secrets
Once dwelled
In the fathomless depths
Would be priceless
To sell
Yet compelling
Intrepid adventurers
Down
All the same
To the bowels of hell

A better day
I’ve yet to have
At least I can’t remember
One so next to perfect
Worth this verse’s
Precious time together  
We’re reminded
Of serenity
As visually
Majestic
Self-expression
As organic
As the life
In every deathless
Reconnection
To the nexus level
Sentience
And the senses
Stimulated
In my porous
Painted brain
So inundated
By the crazy waves
Of undulation
Circling back around
To where the branches
Breach the ether
And the roots beneath the ground
Don’t make a sound
As we grow deeper
Into ties that bind
Unbound

Then you bring it back
Like some lost,
Alone
Omen
The that’s all folks
Crowd
Settles down
For the showman
And no man
Would step to me
Showing
Or going
Just so and so
Showboating
Bloviate,
Blowin’ hate
On some sic ****
With this nation is great
As they’re making me wait
For my life
On the line
And they keep feeding me
That weird **** on the side
And just biding their time
Till I finally die
Buying
Bye bye bye
Viruses
Crying wolf
Crises
And ISIS is still out there
Deep
In the silences

Still making me crazy
Like Russia’s
Deep spacey
Deep state’s
Deepest shade
Of the moment
It owned
Its disown
The charade
And it blade
Adieu
To
The rich few
Who the feud
Really fueled
As they ruled us like ghouls
Of some false idol’s tools

I unlocked more of love
All alone in a cave
Than you ever have
Chained
As some heartbreaker’s slave
But I still think of you
All alone in the gloom
And I crave of your flesh
As it makes me protrude
Like an unaccept
Ogre
Awaiting regret
And the nothing
I want to do
Full of regret

Still apart from you
Down
All apart from me
Frowning
All I need
You is now
All I‘ve known you
Is how
She could ever submit
To me down on me quitting
My leave time is now
And I know
She’d just frown
To imagine me drowning
Believing the now

Was just demons
Of doubting

It pumps blood
But not love
And though flooded
With toxins
Of noxious
Too often
And so like
The forbidden fruit
Becomes rotten
When serpentine
Inamoratas
Besotted
Betray it,
Delay its
Carotid
From reaching the brain
Where innate tendencies
Conflate infatuation
With fate’s
Meant to be’s
And pulse-pounding
Decrees
Of the tightening squeeze
And the ease in which
One more attack
Cardiac
Seems to break it
And render it
Barely intact
But it keeps beating on
With each stroke
Of arrest
Testing it
Till its limits
Burst out of your chest
Or unless
It is ripped from it
Like the Aztecs

And should death
Finally
Come for me
Let it be
The most eloquent,
Elegant
Of elegies
Setting free,
Setting forth,
Set in motion amidst
The last will
Of what some form of me
Still exists
As a sentiment
For
Testaments
To my penmanship
Pensively pondering
Beyond
Impermanence
Striving to find
Something out of the nothingness
Solace in solitude’s
Soothsayer
Essences
Always what I
Stayed alive for
To thrive
To revive me
Like early
Grave sights
Of the light

Quite simple
Really
You miss me
Is all you need say
Could just kiss you,
Admit to
What you stole away
And surrendered
As recompense
For such a crime
Against my
Constant warring
At ease
Peace of mind
Since it certainly
Wasn’t
The heart
I misplaced
Long ago,
Long before
In the cold
Wastes of space
Searching for
The sun’s warmth
Melting in
Your embrace
What I felt
Couldn’t possibly be
Here on earth,
Near to me
Dearly worth
All the worthless existences
Birthed in the dirt
And the dearth
Of the instances
Glimpsing
Forever
And every together
Tether
I must sever

Best make this quick
I don’t have all day
To be writing,
And writing,
And writing away
Surely would
If I could
But it never seems good
Or enough of what I
Really mean to convey

Wish I wasn’t so
Taken aback
In disgust
At how many
Grotesquely obese  
People just
Can’t control
Their consumption,
Their glutton hole,
Loneliness
Self-destruct
Button
Oppressing their
Easily addict
Dysfunction
Still eating beyond
Belly-full
Up until
Unfulfilling day’s
Outweigh
The heart-beating
Still

Seeing old friends
With the ease
Of old times
In conversing
As seamless
As everything’s fine
Just like
We were kids again
Solace in laughter
Organic
Comes natural
The jesting,
The banter,
And see you soon’s
After

Unbidden morbidity
My creativity
Vividly,
Verily,
Vying
For imagery‘s
Will to be more
Than immortal
Infinity’s
Hues of my hubris
Imbued with divinity
Solace in soulless
Omniscient
Tranquility
Still
As the undisturbed
Patience of stone
Growing old
In this cold
Outer space
I call home
I am fated
To feint
A faint life
Light has shone
Down upon me
Encircling
Halos aglow
As I circled the globe,
High and low,
Scouring
For the consummate truth
And thus through it
Empowering
Subjective
Matters
To lord
Over shadows
Of shattering egos
And selflessness
Gallows

In a ruinous,
Gloom,
Luminescence  
I bask
In an inner-pax
Casket
Upholding the task
Of an Atlas’
Grasp
As it tilts
On an axis
Of evil
Bad habits
Amassing
Misfortune’s
Still backed
By the taxing
Of hapless
Trap houses
Still buried beneath
Crushing bones
Of Damascus’
Null and void
Vast blacknesses
I inhabit
In practiced,
Yet actively
Masked in
A passive
Lugubrious
Moods
I exude
And allude to
Discretely  
In secret
Dark sides
Of my lunacy
Thesis

Distorted shapes fade,
The faces age,
The pages turn
We make mistakes
Along the way
And from them
Lessons we have learned
More often failures
Than in victories
Still writing
Ancient histories
Concluding
In a moral
Nihilistic
Burning question
In reliving such a process
Is it progress
Or regression?
If for all
Of mortal nature’s
Human races
Have embraced it
In complacency
To sameness
In perpetual stagnation
Or if they, themselves  
Have ever been
Unbidden to its languish
Active agents
In its game
Or merely subjects
To its changes

Don’t do it
For photo ops
Drops in the ocean
Of countries landlocked
In a box
Of emotionless
No self-promotion
Is known to this
Hopelessness
Open for business
But closed
To its promises
No profit-motive
Enriches this soil
A child with food
Shoes
And school books
Is spoiled
Yet toils still
Tilling
The barren waste
Rills
Cicatrizing the surface,
Eroding the hills
The foreboding,
Foreshadows,
Forecast
Upon vast
Splitting cracks
In an earth
Disappearing
Too fast
In the hazy horizon
Night tempest’s
Caprice
In precipitous
Rage
Ways of keeping
The peace
An itinerant,
Transient
Seeking
Enlightenment
Sees not the paving
Of slaves
In its bright intent

Well-rested reveries  
Wrested from respite
For just a few snooze
Button presses
I’m desperate
Exhaustion
More often
Increasing
Fatigue
Enervated
In mid-sentence
Falling asleep
And caffeine
Induced speed
Carries me
Only so
Long and far
As my train of thought’s
Willing to go
There derailed
Momentarily
Wary
Of weary
And barely  
A care
In the multi-world
Theory
Would dare
To ensnare
My mind’s
Trailing-off
Peak
When despair
Brings it down
To the depths
Of nowhere
Where except
For deceptively
Calmness of death
I am scared
Only of
Viral life
In each breath
And I guess
Of its vast
Empty space
Of unrest

So often write tragedies,
Vanities,
Ecstasies
Sympathy-seeking
Bleak
Pity parties
But when old friends
And I
Reunite  
I can’t help
But to write
In contrasting,
Unmasking,
Night shades
Of myself
Shedding light
Seldom felt
Even rarer
Exposed
To the shivering,
Shimmering,
Slithering
Prose

My turn for impeaching
Obsequious peaceniks
Are making me sick
Of these linguistic,
Jingoist sentiments
Leeching  
Off coughers  
And coffers closed
Like the schools
Teaching
Their culture supremacy
Remedies preaching
Their outreaching
White-washing,
Black-coded
Bleaching
Intentions
Descending to hell
All contentions  
Are quelled
And if any dissenters
Rebel
It is censured
As well
So extensions
Of interlope errs
On the side
Of the circumspect
State of affairs
Still divided
Itself like a house
That can’t stand
To take planned
Economic
Commands
From the man
And his red-handed
Caught in the act
Band of sycophants
Damning
The evidence
Flagrantly
Blatant
Blank-slating
The bank
Breaking laws
With impunity
Faking
More news about death’s
Final breath away
Pains in the chest
And unrest
Manufactured
As wrested from us
Is the last shred of powerful
Gods in which trust
Is soon crushed
Underneath
The hypocrisy,
Lies
Normalizing
Deceit
Can’t look me
In the eyes

Just a funky punk monkey
Still hunkering down
In a bunker
Like nuclear waste
Underground
In debunking  
Dysfunctional
Government sites
Black as nights
Without stars
Shedding light
On the sighting
Of UFO
Not so reality
Shows
I have seen
Where the wild things go
In a dream
From a nightmare returned
To tell tales
No one cares
To oblige
Even moments in passing
Me by
To describe
What utopia
Really implies
And belies
To the eye
And its peace of mind’s
Cheapest disguise
As a verdant oasis
Of homeostasis
Devoid of all suffering
Heinous disgraces
But parity
Rarely exists
In such forms  
That impurity
Prurient norms
Haven’t borne
The frail weight of the psalm
Before storm
Or the thinly veiled
Heavy crown
Lying adorns
For each rose has its thorn
And despite the new flower
In bloom on the Horn
By the ivory towers
Into
I was torn

It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster

2 years elapses
Right back to the
Lapse in
The facts
In this Pax
‘Mericana
Reacting en masse
To the mass
Paranoia,
Hysteria
Spreading
Like fires
As wild
As isis kids’
Vetting
Regretting
Detention centers
And forgetting
The criminal record
Of liberty’s
Treading
In floodwaters rising
Too toxic to drink
And the carbon downsizing
Too noxious to think
So don’t blink
Or you’ll miss
The disguising
The virus,
The climate crisis
Confirmation’s
Unbiased
Bipartisan
Bickering
Bill becomes law
So you don’t see
The fatal,
Pronatalist  
Flaw  
Just a stimulus package
Diverting the crashing
And backtracking
Taxes
Like trickle down
Fascists

To not smile,
Pariah
An aberrant
Miscreant
Misfit
Just trying
To speak with
This nitwit
But split with
What intellect
Left
I can find
In the weather conditions
Of my cloudy mind
My profession
Is obvious, no?
For why else
Would I dare go
Where others
Don’t care
To lend help
Unsolicited by
An archaic tradition,
A nationalistic
Hellbent
On submission
Like juxtaposed
Visions
Of master and slave
But reversing the roles
They so woefully
Play
Not the same
As one generates
What the will
Subjugates
To apposition  
The other
Can’t contemplate
Waiting and waiting
For fate
To come save him
And prostrate
Surrenders
His praises
Betray him
Allay trepidations
Of tepid impatience
For graves to at last
Come to make
His acquaintance

Don’t want to be reading
The dreadlines again
Or seeing
The pleading,
Bereaving
Condemned
To eternal,
Infernal,
Infirmities
Sick
Of the different day,
Different plague,
Be afraid
Shtick
So we pick and choose
Truth
More appealing
And safe
And we make it replace
What no scapegoat escapes
From the burden of knowing
“So much on your plate”
To the taste
Is addicting,
Afflicting the state
Of the outdated status
Updating-site
Fake
News in its earth-******,
System
Victim-blaming,
Disastrous forsaking
Of tensions enflaming
Then breaks with reality
Leaving you waking
Up to
Shaken up,
So it’s back to the stirring
Of hurrying cups
Of productive
Consumption
Of never enough
Pics of food
On the feed
In its virulent greed
As it propagates,
Promulgates
Seeds of deceit  
And like vermin
It breeds
A posterity ceding
More user agrees
For the free-raider
Data invader’s 5G’s
So to spy with our eyes
What they hide
As we stream
Along indolently
In naive
Fever dreams
Interweaving
All that we perceive
To confines of a screen
Never blind to the scene
Yet immune to the screams
As we still hope and pray
To evade
The disease

Out in the rain
Don’t want to go in
I would
Sooner pay
To sleep in
A coffin
Even with
Dripping wet
Muddy clothes
All a mess
Of what I can attest
To being the coldest of nights
Of unrest
When from under a tin awning’s
Flickering light
I look out on this withering
Underworld’s
Plight
And recede to the shadows
Of how I can write
What the first world urbanity
Keeps out of sight
In its wish to forget
The injustice of wealthy
Elite kingdom’s
Debt
To the ones it regrets
To inform
Have no home
Just like me
Among them
In this city
Alone

Yelling at cows
To communicate
Don’t
It’s the nothing to eat
And the nothing
You won’t
It’s illiterate faith
In a written conviction
Submission
To sheepishness
Meek superstition
Conditions of living
Look closer to death
It’s traditions
Of giving
Largesse
Dispossessed
It’s a kid without shoes,
Without pants,
Without soap
It’s his future
Still stuck
In the past
Without hope
It’s a rope
Swaying from
The back-breaking
Day labor
When seasonal yields
Don’t appease
The slave trader
It’s nature sustained
In humane
Sorts of ways
Yet its plagues
Of malaise
No known substance
Allays
It’s ablaze
With the wasted,
Mismanaged,
Degraded
Potential surpluses
From scarcely
Translated
Inveterate cultural norms
Antiquated
To progress outpacing
Its status updated
It’s really just sad
In explicit
Indignity
Vapid morasses
Morose
In its imagery
Lacking in prose
Like its tax inefficiency’s
Masses of *******
Classless delinquency
Crassly harassing
All those it sees differently
Yes just
Synonymous with
A simplicity
Virulent in
Its immuno-deficiency

The other reality
Me,
You can’t see
Yet interconnects
And affects
The trajectory
Just like the cat
In the box
Unfurls
Alternate worlds
Without even knowing
Itself
An accessory
To the sound science
Of silence unheard
Of eternities echoing
Just take my word
For its worth
In researching
Infinities granted
Immersion in certain
Within the vicinity
Of possibility
But beyond specious
Unfathomability
Where is the proof?
To convince me
The truth
Can be held
Relativity’s
String theory noose

Not so
With the passing
Of seasons
Unchanged
Here they all seem the same
What I feel for you stays,
Still remains
Just misplaced
As I lose myself
Wasting
Away
On my honor
Disgracing
A duty I have
To serve people
Mistaking
My presence
Intentions
With peasants’
Dissensions
Privations
My privacy
Seems to belie
To their prying eyes’
Envious,
Penniless
Pride

They say
We make better
The world
With each level
We add
To the sky-scraping
Business or pleasure
Purchased
Edifice
Houses us
In its midst
Of a million plus
Hastily
Working bees buzzing
To underground tunnels
Of loveless
Night-clubbing
With parks to roam free
And breathe easy
From smog,
From the dust
In our lungs
Of the rusting
Of cogs
In industrial districts
Resistant to changes
Of carbon foot-prince’s
Monopoly games
Played in technocrat hubs
As rat races in slums
Go unpaid
And still trade
On the stock market’s
Crumbs
But such bums
Are unsightly,
Unseemly,
Untidy
And so
Garbage trucks
Come dispose of them
Nightly
And rightly so
As we go
Higher and higher
To enter a state of mind’s
Timeless empire
Regardless how dire
The subjects below
Are presented on screens
And the terrors
They show
As some
Sanctuary
Reveries
Of perfection
To sympathy’s
Pitifully
Praying pretension
As if it were really
Our kids in detention
Suspended like bridges
Still spanning attentions
Of six-second sexting
Emoticons pressing
More hot-button issues
Than functions
Need stressing
Out more
Than elitists dread eating
And salad un-dressing
Progressing though always
An ever-ascension
These marvelous feats
Of our greatest invention

And just when it seems
I’ve all topics
Exhausted
In detail,
At length
Have I talked of them
Lost in
My thoughts
Far more often
Than not
With the shocked
Interlocutor
Therapist blocked
Mentally
From me,
Minding the clock
As it sought
To conceal
What my gravest
Of weaknesses
Makes me reveal
What my deepest of secrets
Can’t keep
With a fealty
To what really feels
Is my truest
Admission
Of not quite contrition
But cuts nonetheless
Like the surgeon’s
Incision
To enter cerebral
Deficiencies
Fixed
By inoperable voices
Of whispered abyss
That a flick
Of the ficklest wrist
Swiftly snips
What I keep to myself
Like lobotomized bliss

Retention in full
Of each day
In completion
If possible would
Yield us nights
Without reason
To write,
Or reflect,
Or account
For mistakes
And correct
The ones forming
A pattern of late
As it resonates reveries
Whirling about
What we couldn’t accomplish
Or dare live without
In a 24 hour
Fortuitous gift
To take dying for granted
And merely exist
To subsist on laborious
Efforts to wrest
The elusive success
From the jaws
Of unrest
And the self-imposed stress
Just relax,
Easy said
But to find the time
Makes it
A mindfulness dread
Just another chore
Bored
By unlimited freedom
To learn it all,
See it all,
Do it all
Even
If you can’t recall
Who it was
By name spoke
The punchline of the joke
Or the first novel thought
That you had
When you woke

To belong,
To be loved
To believe
In the self
A deceiving
Needs-based
Deviation
From wealth
And the finest
Healthcare
It affords
To the well-
Off already
Born into
This hell
With a silver spoon dangling
From want-for-not lips
And a gold-plated platter
Of ignorant bliss
When in this
Squalid emptiness
Really quite simple
Is staying alive
When survival’s
Hierarchical-structure’s
Contrived
Not of orotund
Blunders
To understand all
But the hunger
That thunders
Without the rainfall

Your world
Wasn’t ready
For me
Without equal
My presence
Alone
Was a penance
The people
Conflated with faith
In a wraith
Of some holy
Unfinished
Crusade
But a plague’s
All I bade them
And made
Of their fate
For awaiting them still
Remains
Nothing but grave
Revelations that chill
Even my bones to stave
Off the stone fusillades
Cast my way,
Casting shade
On the shame-basking
Maim parades
From which I hang
My head low in dismay
Pray tell,
How mistaken
To think I could save
Even more so forsaken
Slaves,
Clutching my chains

Intrinsically mind
Is a crime
Of defiance
Each rhyme defies reason,
Vies not
For compliance
From logic’s
Inscrutable,
Useless appliance
Reliance on gods’
Claim to feign
Pseudoscience
Is of their own making
A seed of deception
And truth
At root-taking
Forsaken life forms
To beyond the pain-staking
Awakening to
What divines inspiration
Confined in the absence
Of its intimation
Implied,
Deified,
Or denied
Realization
Remaining forever
A mortal endeavor
To render a purpose
From service
Indentured
As masterpiece puzzles
Of willing submission
To passion’s
Fine works of heart’s
Artful ambition
Conditioned to love
And to hate
Its creator
To take its place,
Seal it’s fate,
Make its world
Greater

At this point
I doubt
I will ever again
Pen another of love
Now as turbid
As when
My affection was simply,
Abstruse
In its uses
Rejection pellucid
To me
Was well-suited,
As natural as
******
Chemistry fluid
Still nourishing
Unhappy marriage
Uprooted
From childish notions
Of paradise-fruited,
Emotions denuded
At first sight
As blind
As the first time’s belief
In too good to be true’s
Linen sheets of deceit

More reason than most
To feel
I don’t belong
When I try to do right
Something always goes wrong
And no family
Or friends
Reassure me
I’m home  
When among present company
Still
All alone
And excluded,
Excused
From the small-talking table
No appetite
For the type
Of my distasteful
Dispensing with pleasantry’s
Penchant for wasteful
Lifetime’s precious mine
To do what I prefer
Not with you,
Not with them
But with pen,
Without her