#downbeat
When I was enough
I caught the downbeat
Broke it right,
Knew how to run it
Just a little bit harder--
Caught it on the upswing,
Watched it lose itself,
Let it go.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
I woke up one day,
the sun had gone away.
While the moon
was nowhere to be seen.
In the growing cold,
the ice was gaining ground.
While time was growing old.
soon there would be no-one
to remember what had been.
The lines in the distance,
join into one.
we're heading to the
vanishing point.
If we disappear;
maybe it would be
a better difference.
Awry this earth's become,
frayed by changing fiction.
Dreaming of what,
once never has been.
Sold as a vain token,
for an declining return.
Fortold by our history.
Soon there will be no-one,
to tell of what was seen.
The lines in the distance,
join into one.
we're heading to the
vanishing point.
If we disappear;
maybe it would be
a better difference.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Means of production for
repetition of an old proposition.
More for more's sake,
each against each other.
All on the take.
A fight to be "self-made."
So, come,join the staid.
Share or care, compassion.
All are in America; unmade.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
You think you know until you don't
And then it all falls apart
Broke, busted and alone
Time for a whole 'nother start
Pick up all the mangled little pieces
Mold them into another shape
Smear some love into the creases
Pretend there's no escape
The places, they are always changin
And the view never stays the same
Every dripping bit of sin
To no avail could it be tamed
The itch will devour you entirely
Unless you learn how to see
With all of your different parts
And not just your ******* heart
You think you know, but you don't
And its all falling apart
Broke, busted and alone
Time for a whole 'nother start
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Crazy for mouth stuff,
Crazy for ***** I'm
Crazy for ***** Bulge
In the throat, or
Six wet lips tangling.
I'm crazy in general.
My eyes trace up your body
Til they meet
Your eyes in the sky
From the ground
I love my lowly place
Between your feet on my knees
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
The tricks of the self:
to confuse and divide, ensnare and impair,
to turn the head on the tail.
Leaving us all chasing circles,
lashing out at phantoms and grasping for dreams.
Living our life's through fiction.
Against the real, it seems we rail.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
My mistake was to believe:
To believe in human kindness or reason,
or that truth is in some way potent.
The idea that humanity could make sense,
of what the past will portent.
To dream that borders would not be
barriers to better ways.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
On the wall where shadows grew;
Light lightly refracted though windows.
With cups of long cold tea;
where appropriate storms swim.
By a wall where shadows put on a show.
Let slip words aglow,
in skins subsurface shimmer.
Skip, flip, fall and tumble.
To Cracked laminate floors.
Spilling those storms out into the world.
The Sun boils, flowers and then bows out
to a Gray sickle of the night.
In this world where shadows know;
A little light is all that's needed to nurture
the shadow's show.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC