I’m lost in Rome,
all the roads have brought me here.
I’m searching for home,
Holding a picture of it near.
I step into the metronome,
I enter with an identity in my pockets.
I speak to the garden gnome,
He’s asking if I’d like to buy a silver locket.
At a legato tempo,
10. The metronome keeps ticking.                                                         ­       
My lips only stay chapped,
Simply because I won’t stop licking them.
“I’m looking for the Lucky Fix.
The Shaved Jaguar told me this is the place.”
The Gnome haggles me up in my face,
“Oh please, I know all the old tricks!
I now control your brain stem.
You have a long way to go! You’ve been trapped!”
At an Allegro tempo;
20. The Metronome keeps tocking.
On the stage,
The Kangaroos are still kick-boxing.
Breaking free of their cage,
The only price is to make you dance.
“I seek to barter for some potions",
They want to know, "So Why have I been cursed?”
The Hooting Owl, offers them a grand notion.
“Keeping thinking that and you might just burst.”
30.The metronome stops on the off-beat, .
“Where is the Lucky Fix?”
I began to grow impatient!
“Don’t you first need your feet?
Your priorities need to be layered bricks.
Your addiction to gratification will lead you to defeat!
You can find the matches in the Fire Station.
I know some of the tricks. That’s a good place to start.”
The Goblins are looking for the heart.
40. With a Presto Tempo
You must reset the Metronome.
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Set fire to the Antique Shop,
We’re one step ahead of the cops.
Mannequins of Elvis begin to melt.
Free from past matters; free from guilt.
Promoting the prosperity
As we hoard hostility
Androids ambushing Arkansas,
They seek to find ménage trois.
Achieving self-awareness
They want fill the void’s emptiness
Chugging R & R by the fifths.
By our thumbnails we dangle off cliffs.
Thread by thread, the veil unfolds.
Standing all alone, I’m left in the cold.
Show me how much you care.
Push me in my wheelchair.
Listening to what drives you crazy
Eventually helps you stop being lazy.
Lilly is spinning me dizzy
She belongs to the world of yesterday
The haze is now fading away.
If only I could stay
for just one day
But Behold
I feel you should be told
I have come from the end
When the Earth is condemned.
As I tell the tall tale,
How we came to live in hell,
once we found the holy grail.
“We overcame our fear
The classified was made clear.
We launched all the nukes,
By order of the Skywalker named Luke.
The framers were lousy architects;
They left the balance completely hectic.
The CEO’s got away with fraud.
Thinking their work was the will of God.”
I met you in the gloomiest bar.
We speed across the town in my car.
Questioning why we remained silent.
The flickering florescent light compliment
The tone of shallow yellow paint,
I can finally hibernate.
After I left the oblivious,
Do I finally notice,
It’s hesitation that leads
me astray from redemption.
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We share the bliss; the leaves fall to the floor.
Then we kiss, who knows what for.
It’s now a quarter till four .
We dismiss the screaming *****;
who left her litter for us to ignore.
Tonight, She feels lucky,
standing outside of Ricky Jay’s bar.
As she waits beside a stranger’s car
, little does she know,
He’s not into infidelity.
The asphalt absorbs the neon glow.
The ***** adores the white alley cat.
We wonder how she got here
We imagine her story.
She was strong like a bear
, but is now a short term circuit Dory.
We fell for the despair of her misfortune.
The town drunk passed on the close margin.
We left and took the moon out for a walk






I began to talk,
“Will that be us when we’re 33?”
She took a moment to ponder
She faced me and replied
with an upside down smile    
, “I’m no fortune teller,
but we would have  been far better off
if you didn’t break my heart.”
She said enough.
Thankfully she did… I had to ****
I let you have your head start
I then followed after you
I found you hiding in an abandoned  canoe.
With a gaping hole intervening the lost canoe
Nowhere near a reflecting stream.
She wiped off her ****** cream









The puncture wound
, separates  us from common ground.
I sat across from her,
We began to reminisce about Denver
On that cold night last November
Taking a break from the big tour
Sharing one bed in a hotel room
We kept our luggage packed
Thinking we may never go back
We held each other warm and tight.
Now under the pale blue moonlight
Back in the canoe, Autumn’s early breeze
Sends shivers through our knees.
Gazing at you,
I wish to give something true.
Holding your hand whispering,
“Finally, near to a full year.
I overcame the fear
, here’s to you kid.
I feel the same way you did
these same exact words;
now transparently clear
that you  whispered in my ear.
On a cold night in late November.

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As I walked by the Water front, I make eye contact with a beached Nymph.
She’s suffocating, She can’t sing for mercy.
I remain cautious, for I am as gullible as a fish.
Maybe Evolution will start a new Revolution.
I followed a Gardner through the concrete forest.
Greeting fellow wanderers,
I’m hoping for something unexpected.
I strive to be accepted.
For twenty four hours, to sleep I say, “Good night".
With the time I’m given. What is it that I’m trying to prove?
I carry garbage in my pocket. I spend my money’s worth
on poisons that I’ve grown immune.
The sweet blue dust is transported from the looking glass to my body mass with the help of the All Seeing Eye and Father Washington.
A Black Cat crossed My path, An arachnid bit My eye lid, a flea hoped onto my knee, the needle purchased My plasma, My shoes stole my sole.
I became dizzy searching for Alexie. Imaging a world with only Half A Sky.  Questioning My idea of reality.
With these eyes, I want to comprehend the fine print, in between the lines, as plain as black and white.
TJW 2013

The Value of life is measured by the price of fossil fuels.
Trespassers enter the periphery. They seek no mentor; they do as they please.
Looking for a seat in the dark; They crave fresh meat They roast Joan of Arc.
Sing all those whom wish to wash away the strife Those with the deepest dark shine.
Become one of the idols when you stare into the shadow of denial.
Inhaling the anesthesia, the French horn player develops amnesia.
The singer in a suit and tie wished for his forgiveness only to be denied.
He was the one who forgot while I was the one completely distraught.  
Crowded in back stage, the joys of the night doesn’t ease my aching feet.
Poetry accompanied by music, when girls are becoming bulimic.
And boys are receiving lobotomies all in the name of notoriety.
So once more sing of love and stars. See the sky glow red from Mars.
For this is the last of us, the means are now just.
Let’s adore each other, when we stand in the rain we are restored.
The romance of language carries with it a history of pain. You couldn’t tell from a mere glance.
TJW 2013

I gaze at things I can’t have
I look at people I can’t be
I dream of a life that isn’t mine
This will be worth a few laughs.
This will be the death of me.
This is the end of the line.

I gaze at things I can’t have
I look at people I can’t be
I dream of a life that isn’t mine
This will be worth a few laughs.
This will be the death of me.
This is the end of the line.