Assertion
Clammed-up
On the relay
Second guessing
The shrunken head
Of old therapies

The clock says
It's time
To nod off
Greet the morn
With withered fist
Rationalised fury

Trying to
Replace the
Pimply face
Of ******
Angst baseless in
Content
On the tether
Of just another

Addiction in a
Succession
Of spiritual
Vices perpetuated
By the nonchalant
Visage of a world

Uncaring
In derision
From calloused hands
Caused by
Hard work
With little or no
Monetary avail

Hand to mouth
Foot in mouth
Hand on crotch
Crotch saddle sore

What's the point
Of a worn-down point
Dull but
Double-edged  
Just to prove

The sword of Damocles
Is still hanging
Over the head
Of your enemies

Who pop
Their heads
Up over
The hedgerows
Like pictures
In a shooting gallery
At the carnival of
A battlefield distant

Filled with relics
Of another
Dead-end
Ill-purposed war
Of the worlds floating
On the crest of
Mine-dotted airwaves
Prompting viewers
To drown negativity
And to salvage
The positive

A broadcast from
Bipolar formats
In living colour

Double-edged          
Double-standards
Double-dealing        
Double-meaning
Double-minded      
Double-jeopardy
Double-troubl­e        
Double your money
Doppelganger leading
Double life

All propagated in
Double-time

Best
Double your efforts
And tune out!

Her.
reeking of cheap perfume and daddy issues
polyester black cloth elegant, purposeful in its placing
“everything is free if you run fast enough”

something was going to **** her anyway
why not let it be something of her own design?

taking a drag of her pernicious cigarette
forcing careful and cultivated opinions
if only to silence the sadist inside

she had already walked in loneliness
full of satin bows and amusement
so it might as have happened now
because everyone always loves you better when you’re dead

conflicting species
test the limits
to assert power
between themselves

One who reasserts power constantly
Shows strong signs of weakness, impotency!
Though they may deny it vigorously,
Perhaps protest a little too loudly?

I lost a good woman
You lost a good man
Not being with you
wasn’t­ part of the plan,
but you chose to scram
without saying a word
C­hoosing not to clarify
all the things you heard
So quick to assum­e
your friends told the truth,
but they still act as if
they’re a­ll in their youths
High school is over
There’s so much more to li­fe
There is no need to learn
every thing in hindsight
Honestly, I­ believed
we were past the pettiness
I was ready to move on
and g­rant your every wish
I guess I was wrong,
but it wouldn’t be the ­first
I just never expected
things to become worse
Do you still p­ossess
my picture in your purse?
Our’s is in my wallet
You’d cry ­if you saw it
Memories of something
that was once so sweet
Now I ­drive around with
a vacant passenger seat
I doubt it would be
fil­led for a quite a while,
‘til I find that good girl
that can make­ me smile