We made the conversation for a passerby

Each one more ridiculous than the last

We neglected nutrition with haste

But we swallowed the lies of enlightenment

I needed a moment to compose myself

But the restroom was full of powder and human exchange

I laugh at this mad display
basking in this show of human excess

My tent is folded
never did construct it
Someone stole my poles
hippie sabotage

Strippers slowly swinging
holes in the forest
Eyes in the tree tops

Run up a hill
to avoid an old pains inquiries
At the top I meet a man
he pulls me aside
Trying to explain his condition

"My boy my shoes went nomadic I am aware of the irony!"

I say sir we are all mad currently

Enjoy the breather because dawn is coming

I make my exit because I see him eyeing my sneakers

Paddle boats?

Climb aboard says a spun out pirate

Indeed indeed

He had a plastic saber as a sword

and a marshmallow gun at his side

How he got it past security I will never know

When I ask him this he said he came by waterway

and that this paddle boat was made for excursions

A wild man with five wild women wave at me from the center dock

but I am much too shy for ******

Music now
bring out the rhythm
make room for the rage sticks
I hate them so

Make it to the center
I'm not sure of what yet
But I'll figure it out
maybe

Make sense of this please
when does the earth stop spinning?

Raise the dial a few degrees
let the old time keep spending

Low down and the throat grows cold
Lost nobility slowly sifting

Toes curl for impact in the rows
Brown bagged and stunning

Slow roll and dig another hole
No love lost inside this room

Cold steel and a mind slowly folds
Watch the confines come into bloom

Grow new molds for the choke
Isolate this profound confusion
Pick the crows off weary bones

Someday
we
can
create

I say goodnight you revamped insanity

I leave the best for you

Take the stones and start throwing
Hate is fuel for something true

Nobody knows where the conclusion lies

Best we just keep running

Slow motion makes more sense when fast forward keeps confusing

Pull grime from the bristle

Go ahead and brush away your grinning

Someday it's all going to make sense....

You down there

Elegant and cozy inside your dumpster divinity

I can see the pain painted boldly across your faces

Each scar and crack tells a tale of times indifference

Yet you wear them like a badge of honor

Sifting through the remnants your eyes glimmer with knowing

like these collisions are meant to be

You fell into one another never having a clue

Hate and fluid swapped

On to the next one

I see you flow out of sight

Into corner clubs and shopping centers

Emerge some time later clutching pies and stomach

***** into the gutter and nod at the monotony

Humans harbor hungry hysterics
Small pain for huge comfort

The bars fill one by one

These rainy days make for awkward gathering

Nobody knows anybody but human nature insist we share common spaces

Walls fill and stools turn
***** fueled banter
Listen and never learn

long gazes propped on the elbows

Faces filled with contrition and self loathing

Avert your eyes skyward please
It's peace may soothe for a time

Humble and elastic

Like that chewing gum in the urinals

Watch it bend and contract
Product of a misplaced perception

I prefer these roof top views

My constant sky gazing may be cause for concern

Better I can see the tragedies coming

But we all must come down at some point

Smile for disorder

Interruptions come
mind put on hold for a time

Static from a lazy radio

Fear in that it starts to make sense

Maybe the rhythm perpetuates these hysterical thoughts

Something buried beneath dead time and reclusive

Morning birds remind one of sunlit obligations

Night madness a fading headache

Coffee with a smoke
the sanity sweets prevail
Find the mind and walking shoes

Drop the lint
Let gather in corners

Fill pants with vices and communication

No key or king found
scattered about and elusive
Full pockets make me panic

A pill for peace
sticks in the throat
None to be had
the water goes down metallic
Syrup thick and flu ridden

One too many and I'm out the door

Stream line crowd
install and plug in
Nausea for the observer
his face fell in with rest

Small voices with the loud ones
Deafening in their articulation

Please

Leave me be

Watch the space girl burn another mentality

Smear the mask and cry into tilted cup

The mind hurts and wishes for alien behavior

Never knowing how savagely human it could be

These eyes so fleeting seem distant galaxies compared to this world so abrasive

I see worm holes and star bursts in the pupils

Collisions and time created
world's destroyed
Hope restored

But solidarity remains elusive
I find it dusty and spiteful
We never stood a chance

Blade in hand the heavensent
Inches closer to her face

"I've been counting down the days"
Says he.

Further down the hole he went
Losing races in a maze

Wide awake inside his craze,
Crazy.

He moves in silence
Lurking between venues
Welcome and adieu

He comes and goes
In skies and ink injections
In rejections of her heart

In breaking silence,
In his art
Of knives to Faces.

You said you needed my soup

But I present my best and your faces melted onto my sneakers

I only had the pair so I now walk barefoot

I soon realized my predicament

This was an unknown land and I lacked public transportation

My space phone broke when I dropped the sky pool

So I chain smoke for signals
hoping for a reasonable excuse

Thumbs would be out but I have trouble trusting strangers

I make my way

Three fields of concrete
train track trance
Overalls with the greasy gloves
cold metal exposure

Finally I see an outlet mall horizon

Ten shops
two in working order

Past the thrift store with it's deceiving Lego sets

Reminding me of infinite childhood disappointment

Because the crucial pieces were always absent

Sneaker shop with the cross
Annoyed reception
See my ***** feet and gasp

Give me shoes I cry your Jesus demands it

My lack of religion horrified the shoe salesman

Who swore I would never wear his sandals

I say gods don't dictate kindness people do

I am acutely aware of my own hypocrisy

I laugh with the rest when presented with crocks

I hear their edible but a chew and a tooth goes flying

They throw me out the door saying I'm my own problem now

Now there's food for thought

As long as it comes fried and delicious I will hear myself out

I am an American after all