Sometimes I saturate my sunbeams with smoke

They stay stationary and unwavering in their illumination

Backfire for a saboteur and I see it all

losing it in the home front

Five nonsense fingers for a minds  grasping

I finally found my sanity
fell down behind the couch
An abyss for traversing
navigate those weaves woven

Dusted change and forgotten identification

I was a regular at the Lego factory

now I find my punch card crumbled and useless

I never did find the rest

what was I saying?

oh

so what if my blinds bend and my books take up all the seating ?

I prefer the floor with it's more humble views

the insects stay away
the weather is turning

I keep it clean but leave the windows propped for exposure

when does the clock die?

I bought these batteries out of haste

it's constant reminder ticks through  these silent moments

third shift hammock for the swing

Ninja turtle sheets and danger mouse masquerades

I'm no longer a child but sometimes I vacation with my nostalgia

it feels nice but leaves a hole every time

still bills must be paid

I worked with a cat lady at burger king

She claimed friendship with Ray Bradbury

She showed me a letter and I see it's true

She was the spitting image of Mary Kathleen O ****** in her more paranoid years

for all the Vonnegut fans out there I smile for you

Did you make it?
Did you break it?
Did you die alone?

"so it goes"

said the wizard with the satire solutions

I ate some orange before the travel trip

Tilted the sand dial and defied times tenacious turmoil

The rockets were shot into space

full of seed and castrated politicians

We shielded our eyes from the Chem trails

they cut slices through the sky

Watch the master mucus slide into contrived contraptions

Slime these wrong doers and reestablish the gold tooth

A wafer for your thoughts it's all I have

The banker only gave me wooden pennies and a cardboard cutout of Miami

He smiled while he hustled

My father always said never trust a suited reason

He mowed fields with motors built by his careful hands

sometimes a spider would take his knee brace and conflict came

antibiotics and spaghetti Westerns made him whole

He dies two years ago now

but we still smile for his stubborn statues

I met a snail that hindered my momentum

but he was much older so I  paused politely

I always talk with the old heads and ask about Nixon and Elvis

they amuse and frighten with their time stained logic

Everyone thinks I'm crazy but that's alright

I use to think I was sane and castle inclined

but 25 years of folks stating your unstable may break a brain

fortunately I have a back up

I found it in a Denver appliance store next to a fallout shelter

The man said it cost a dime

but I hand him my pocket lint instead

we nodded at mutual hysteria and dined with the cannibals

I mixed up my brain purchase

so sometimes nostalgia gets the better of me

This new one once belonged to the duke of Delaware

sometimes he talks low

But I've gotten better about leaving him on the back burner

I heard he ate dust and cried while clapping for Hamilton

this is me reorganizing my headspace

This is me gagging on tuna helper

I grew up in a food stamp paradise

spam and apple's for after school snacks

spaghetti with the red paste makes taste buds mutiny

but the bus lady gave me a sticker every time I climbed on healthy and bruised

I feel better

Plastic parts and string theories make some noise

Grind another grain mill and watch the wind swept fade

Small finds lead to future calamities

we shake in the shadow

Giants of excess spew pompous protest

We stole the bread for nutrition

but we find it hollow and guilt ridden

Scream for these corners forced
that state we don't really exist

A means to an end and another mansion breaks ground

Still

Broken home hero's die quick and without impact

White collars with the pill pop tendencies

Eat the fine cheeses and discuss the poor

Nod then chew without a clue about  whirlpool waste and desperation

trophy for the time bomb

He got drunk and killed a bystander

I would say innocent but who really is?

but his prison has a tennis court and the family has a scapegoat

Grease filled car ports expel wrappers and ignorance

Trip over the filth while they grin with yellow tooth

I need a vacation
I need inebriation
I need hesitation

Surely I would be drunk tank bound and fine slapped by fuzzy entitlement

leftover brain stew

I found it in the bottom of my ***

I'm not sure on its consistency

But I am sure it makes sense to me

The global coalition of closet queens scramble to make meals for Pence

A man who resembles a recalled children's doll

Toxicity in the plastic and he refuses to be house broken

The white house maids have already stepped on his piles

Corn fed and ignorant he turns red in his embarrassment

The scared racists scramble for that giant trash pile in the sky

clinging to their chicken fried lovers

fearing they may be mistaken for a gay man

Watch the child king place a rusted crown on old world hate

Progress was a train wreck

We found the cargo inside a slime pond

I mingle with the rational on occasion

I met my last girlfriend at an anti pipeline demonstration

Black gold chokes the life of rural pleasantries

They only wanted to carve out their peace of progress

but now it will ruin the natives and dissolve these drinking fountains

In America we don't throw journalists in prison

we just slap them with a lawsuit

Broke down they wrap around the bread line

Spoken word and selfless soup put on the shelf

This air blows cold and these leaves crack sinister

The news says hate crimes and bullying are on the rise

Peruvians run the corner store around the way

I went to buy tobacco and Laffy taffy

Their window shattered and crude spray paint over the entrance

apparently mistaken for ISIS

they stand confused and scared

just wanting the same things you and I do

happiness and health

security and a future for their children

A perpetual state of fear
A mind numbing angst

These are the tools we have going forward

Just in case nobody says it

I love you all

and you are always welcome at my table

So deceptive these composed calamities

They get the better of you

A new enigma found my sight

Plucked them from a drinking glass and polished them proper

Abstract and splattered face greet this new perception

Said it would paint me a more elegant demise

Something humble and quiet

no blood or bones broken

More so a mind resigned to despondency

Watch the knees sag in that final moment

When this world falls around its creators

The sun lays sputtering and extinguished

gasping steam and screaming for more

A moon lays low lacking a proper socket wrench

No way to rebuild these hysterical landscapes

Glance at the rubble strewn plateau

Remember the peace it once contained

it was only momentary

I find a reason buried deep inside what once was

musty and earthly

dig like I'm China bound

I finally unearth free will and all it's beautiful chaos

I put it in my pocket for safe keeping

I bring you pitiful news from home where
the large McDavitt family has  a strain of
lice that has become immune to all nit
killing  soaps  and  shampoos; joyous
information is, the clan moved from
the neighborhood.