No stranger to dope
fleeting social emotions
soul-tied to coke
today's night
tomorrow's day
acutely ajar
dreaming of hope
a needle maybe to far.

Hearts to the unconditional love,
Love that is without bounds,
Love that heals and mends,
Love that is patient and kind.

Hearts to the great friendship,
The wild cracking laugh,
The tears that flow when joy cometh,
To that friendship that burns it's ego and creates smiles for you.

Hearts to the pens that write with passion,
To the ink that never fades,
To the letters aligning with margins,
To the eraser that rubs away the pain.

Hearts to the goodness of the heart and smiles.
Hearts to the creativity of the mind,
Hearts to forever being happy.

So many things that
words can never say
                •
Too many words that
just get in the way
                •

What’s the purpose of it all
It’s only raining dust and grit.
The sky is weeping spatter
And the only sidewalk is
On the far side of the street.

They shined up Highway 95
But out front here is nothing
But deep breaches in the tarmac
And anything that doesn’t hurt
Me manages to itch.

All the good stuff is locked up
In upstairs rooms down endless halls
Where something has been splashed
Across the carpeting
And the door is always padlocked.

The book inside is second handed
And it’s marked up in random places
That don’t align with what
The index says should be there
And the Ex Libris page is missing.

The day is pecking at its shell
Of hopelessness and need
In hopes of gaining freedom.
The prayer wheel is no longer spinning
And the crimson candle has gone out.

There are reasons for it all
It’s written up in Sanskrit ink
And plastered on the backyard wall
That keeps it all inside or out
And I’m stuck in the middle.
ljm

Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams