To forget what sand had stirred
in the dark of night.

To empty the dregs left stagnant
of yesterday’s wine.

To see as though through lenses
brand new.

To discard the tethers that had
bound us tight, skin to spine.

Please wake up and smile at me
Like  you used to be all spunky
Full of fire, ready to call a liar a liar
And a crook a crook, throw the book
At fakes and phonies, only to glad
To whisk the mad out of office
And write an essay to protect us.

Please wake up and laugh aloud
At the proud and haughty, Lordy
Could you ever laugh at bigots
And idiots and creeps in the world.
Protect boys and girls everywhere
And do your best to scare away
The bearboos under their beds.
Now you sleep instead and it hurts.

It hurts not to hear you rant and rail
At those who fail to serve and protect,
Reject their apostasy and hypocrisy
While they endlessly spread their enmity
Treating good people like the enemies
And send money to those who do attack,
Resources we can never get back
All because it makes them money.
You never found that funny, did you?

So, I beg you. Please wake up and stay
Stay with us who need you, all of us;
All of us who care and love when you share.
So let me remind you, fate has consigned you
To lie there and rest your head too long
But that bed would be better less time.
To lose you would be a crime we can’t bear.
We need you here, as before. We implore
All the good luck and prayers go your way
And you rise up and walk again today.

A schizophrenics ticks were sold at auction

Words collected from toilet stalls across the southwest

The proceeds steal the strut from souls warm in the luxury of existing  

A new gold trim for your gods sky strapped in boxes full of free wills final folly

Deconstructing notions of peace absent of preconceived greatness

Keeping company with ghosts...

who insist the sincerest toast..

is the one held above extending loves reminder that hate is just as exhausting

Let us all gather in this time stained hollow for a symphony strung through our malfunction system

What are these ticks...

When the time slips and I find that my life was only a series of sublime distractions

reality portrayed as an ever elusive interpretation

A fist clenched in the face of fallacy forced from mouths fat with gold tooth gumption

Pocket computer mutes the astute perception needed for sincerity

Contraptions consolidate the wonders for easy consumption

DNA inclined to a nomadic existence snuffed with fluff from talk show syndrome

A strangers blunders broadcasted into all our corners

Mourning the turning of a record full of nostalgia

Control the skulls with pill flavored filling

Like rusted hardware churning an absurd mixture

We all sway to the hum of static hilarity

I've spent some time on the lines between fine and terrified

Detached from the reactions of a stranger collision

Realigned with a crime lacking the savvy for sigh filled predators

If you find sense in the nonsensical then get ready for an existence steady with haphazard jesters rendering satire from social observation

Farewell to the freak that speaks reason inside a plastic world

A lack of gods for complicating compelled a mind to attempt liberation  

horizons painted on signs indicating fines for existing

duck and cover from a feather plucked from a sky strapped wing

I have nothing left and your frustration is not unlike a snail high on amphetamines

Stupid hands
Of course you’ll burn yourself
If you touch the hot pan

Stupid eyes
Believing in illusions
That are obviously lies

Stupid ears
You rather listen to lies
Then face your own fears

Stupid mouth
You say the wrong words
And make things go south

Stupid Heart
There you go again
Breaking apart.