Such disgusting creatures
small and without pride
they skitter all over
they infest
they distress
they survive
through atomic fire
through haughty beatings
they survive and thus
the next generation does the same
I suppose that's enough.

You look like me
you act like me
but you aren't me
my dear shadow
this is a problem
though not your fault
it is mine
for I tried to attain immortality
through cloning
unfourtunately for us both
you are but a poor intimation
maybe i'll just write a book.

blood sucker
disease bringer
what if any
good do you bring
you must have a place
is it just to bring suffering
if we killed you all
would we be making
a mistake or would we
be correcting one.

Whoa dude
You ooze poetry
So stay off the rug
That stuff really stains
And kinda smells
Of alcohol and something
Inappropriate
But your company
Is still welcome
You really do
Have A way
With words.

I love fighters
a beautiful tragedy
they battle
The way of things
by being
counter culture
or with simple bravado
and a knack for painting
I know they'll give
submit to the way
but for a while they shine
I do hope they succeed
but I don't think they will.

I don't see myself in you
i'm jealous to say
I see such greatness
well a better level of mediocrity
at any rate
so what's your secret
tell me
show me
how not to be me.

I have good excuses
for all my crimes
as a judge I know
who deserves and who
does not
so I will take
and give in the certainty
of my morale authority

Some sentences
just jump at you
attack you
for some reason
they inspire you
to do something
not always
something helpful.

It has no conductor
And the the passengers
Though numerous are all alone
The wheels are made of flour
And the tracks of bubblegum
The whistle is louder than sound
It goes down a tunnel
Not so much dark
As an LSD nightmare
I never bought a ticket
Can I get off now?

learn mindfulness
it sounds therapeutic
maybe you'll stop
spending all your time
stressing over dead seconds.

devilish delights
indulge in sin
and you'll regret it
maybe probably
if you're caught
all things
in moderation
and you'll be
something
maybe just a *****
I can't endorse
giving away your
moral choices
of course
as a fan of sloth
and follower of envy
I would say that.

the poor dear
bit into a luscious
looking apple
and nearly choked
on the worm
living deep
inside it

the perfect device
that always points
to the truth
annoying then
thats it's so hard
to translate what it means
no wonder
everyone prefers
A GPS.

what can you say
when your favorite people
are hurting
and everything you say
sounds insincere
the history's their
your a snarky *******
but right now
you don't want to be
I suppose
you just say nothing
and be ready to listen.

I'm weak
I struggle
To resist
But not very much

When I give in
My face is frowny
But I hide a smile

I feel shame
But not enough
To make me change

I look for solutions
That aren't too drastic
Even though that's
What I need

When the going
Gets tough
I take a nap

A bug
with delusions
of humanity
be happy
ants
are better teammates.

all things arguably
for one reason or another
such a pain
deciding who to trust
look em in the eye
they say the windows
to the soul
dam foggy windows
I say.

it's not all lies
it's mostly
hyperbole
and figures of speech
that's arguably better.

Meat and bone
Much like men
But maybe
That's just to me
And my too
Dam literal eyes.

Terrorism *****
But you already know that
People died
For such stupid reasons
And more will die
In retaliation
Mostly innocents
If we had no gods
Would this
kind of thing stop
Probably not
People ****
and People die
For all sorts
of stupid reasons
Maybe one day
Things like this won't happen
But I doubt it.

by the law
with the law
I abuse you.

It isn't a hook handed crook
Tapping at your window
Just a tree branch
Just your imagination
Playing tricks on you
You'd know that
If you looked
Instead of just
Hoping it stops.

flip a coin
any coin will do
odds are it's
not sideways
could be
but probably not
odds are
lightning won't strike you
which doesn't help if you are
in fact struck
just makes you wonder
did you *******
the gods of luck
unless you have no faith
in which case
it's simply statistics
some one had to be struck
just your luck it was you.

but
it does
A sincere shrug
it is what it is
why is that?
because
of gravity?

I saw a monster
it wore khakis
and was of middling height
it hurt folks
with knives
with paper
with a cool detachment
and at days end
its family was overjoyed
to see they had returned.

I threw myself at the sun
and right over a ledge
I thought it needed a hug
might have been a dream
or a prophecy
can't remember if I fell.

As all hoosiers must
I have been
To church
When I was
But a lad
So young my
Objections
were regarded
As jests
I was taken to church
Many times
Did I sit through sermons
And I don't get it
The love some feel
The spirit I just
Ain't got it
I had a suit
I had combed hair
I sang the hymns
But all I felt
Was agitated.

kinda messed up
kinda like
all the other ones
but you know
in it's own way
supposedly the worst way
but that could be
simple hyperbole.

I went to the city
and found that
the tough decisions
from home
were something to laugh at
when this place becomes home
will I laugh to.

An old drunk
with a rusty pistol
took an age to the grave
probably for the best

fay folk
in the legends
regular folk
from what I've seen
tie-dye with vital red
savage minions
rushing about
with such naïve purpose
maybe maybe I do you a disservice
maybe you understand more than I did
God knows I can't ask
no good reason to prove
what you might suspect.

Play your song
And take us away
We'll leave our
Tiny town and
We'll drop our
Tiny issues for you
Play your song
And we'll follow you
Right off a cliff
It just sounds
So interesting.

It did
the thought died
for a time
Should i say
it was resurrected
who by
no one in particular  
someone special
able to bring to mind
long forgotten things
what a gift.

Throwing rocks
and damnations  
at the crowd
all because of anger
it's a big crowd
full of all sorts
most were just
swept into the auditorium
but eh dam them to.

That's what this is right
If I start to stagger
You'll prop me up
When the world
Is after me
You'll be by my side
My best friend
And confidant
This sounds so romantic
Unless your talking
To a mirror

the new year is here
and I suspect
it will be much like
the last one
I would tell you
my list of resolutions
but I never bother
to make any.

sarcastically
a parody
obviously
if you sounded less
than absolutely serious
it wouldn't have been funny
unless you weren't kidding
then you're scary maybe tragic
still kinda funny.

fuzzies buzz
little benign
looking things
those fuzzies
nothing like bees
more like roaches
infesting the mind
they don't want out
simple things fuzzies
they dine on drive.

technically
lost more than a bit
celebrate
we didn't lose everything.

Poor captain hook
He was but
A simple pirate
Looking for treasure
And he found nevernever
Now he is down a hand
And out of luck
Haunted by that flying
Puck.

A plain box
with an intricate padlock
quite mysterious
what's inside
a heart
gold
metaphorical treasure
you wont know
till the box is open
keep in mind
the box
will be nothing
once its contents are gone
except to cat's and box fiends.

Something something
Very very bleak
Ill tides are always
Waiting at the beaches
Of our days
Or so it seems
Through my pessimistic haze
Some find succor in the past
All I can do is laugh
There must be a silver lining
Somewhere around here
Isn't there always.

Raiders took the temple
killed the priests
and looted the sacred graves
the gods had nothing to say
at least that the living heard
the raiders suffered losses
most still looked forward
to next years raid.

Lowest of the low
Or so it seems
No shield of pride
Just immense
Uncertainty
No conflicting ego
To debate others
Even when they're
In the right
They don't believe it.

pontificating
on what was
I see what you
should have done
it might help
in the future
or I might
just love
my voice too much.

Stop that
hmm no
Stop that
oh okay
R r really
no
I want to
kinda really
but
no.

They have
An Exclamation Point
how can we beat that.