And there
Lies
The problem

Feeling good
when I’m feeling
All in the gutter
truth comes from
The sludge and the ****
That’s that

Burnt space
rubbing together
Churn a rhythm
From a
Shape-shifting monkey
To God in our head
A Boy crying mother
Gun in his hand
The anthem
Nothing is the way
it should be
Nothing is the way
it should be

To think we all have lost the way
dismantled and frayed
no-more simple spread
thin lovely and nearly barren
dwelling too much here
attached to colors and shapes
we give too much to each other
when all it is
is the need to get it back, sad because it really can’t be like that it’s an endless task and a big head ****

Feels like Im climbing a ladder that’s floating in outer space

A grain of salt I keep
rolling back
between my fingertips
For not forgetting
If the feel could only be heard
might make the mountain shudder
It’s all the treasure
Buried
I’m just searching
A blur in a blurry background
twisting for something I lost
what could I do
Gotten by the old voice roll
like when I heard you way back when  
Now a disembodied voice
And sounds like forever goodbye
A Ring back from around the rim
and the sum it just is what it is.

All time gives is a go
And growth to shorten distance
not
how far apart
The slow change over measure
Place of origin
final resting
spot
a limber line when dots connect
turn round and plot
A landscape in a scene
Draw the depth
to capture the essence
Dig heels as gravity pulls
The inescapable
slippage forward
On this Future flight.