I lost then found
a purpose
became again the  leader
of my own pack
I made a pact with
several of my persona
to just be one
there in the insane
asylum

dreamer the fiction seer of visions
the illusions of perceptions
the daze of humans
the false water shimmers
in the distance as
we the believers
transcend this temporary
existence
do we softly go
along the hot sand  burning
our souls
or can we make haste
imagining our
ultimate destinations?

shout out
****** a brush right straight down
the elemental throat
take all the things that make white
and paint the suburbs the city streets
the acres of corn fields variously
neon naked ladies
the truck stop babes
the pimps in black
the red and green lights yellow
caution
what is this canvas
if not the stew brewed now unfrozen
a big silver spoon
slid into
a commotion
a shotgun blast in a robbery
a bank
making false accounts for profit
the last ounce of street cred
blood leaking on the pavements black
they have power
those archangels those who preach
make America great again
I wanna go to a rally for
four years
have a maniac
speak dichotomies
like a psychotic
schizophrenic
one day sane the next neurotic
I take the brush and whitewash all of us and maybe
the nazis and imbeciles might pass  us by

Who knows  tomorrow
The window will be there
To see such expanse of sky
In your greyish eyes
Blue shadows of invitation
For a nest of peace
In the window blinds
And behind
A crimson indulgence
In raising ripples
People are born
To live for
And adore
Such windows
Of beauty and joy
The only support
Amidst the convoy
Of blood  and sweat
Of terror and threat
On green grass
In Las Ramblas

Who knows
Another yellow rose grows
Tomorrow too
Let's celebrate therefore
At the window door
Some life in exuberance
Some moments of fragrance
And then silently lie
Under the now violet expanse
Of the abundant sky
The wind blows cool and slow
Oranges in the window

We have been watching this orb now for what, 20,000 years?

Plato 2215 made by the Crtalbols on Circes X, answered
in his beeps and borgles (hereafter translated to English)
said, at least that long.  Until now a most boring science. It took these,
****, what, oh yes, humans, 19900 years to figure out relativity.

Zybert sighed. Yes P,  he called the half biological one-quarter chemical and one- quarter mechanical droid, it has been a time, and that Einstein
looks a lot like your mom did, or, those biological components of you.

Until this last election, I thought these "humans" P borgled out with emphasis showing his disdain, were uneventful and fully boring as
those things on our planet Circes X those rock like creatures that never move but once in a light year, and that, a small scratching of their reproductive parts.

Zybert giggled out his long probosci's thing
spraying sparks and what looked like graffiti,
actually, shredded styrofoam on which he subsists. He tucked his six arms around a mass of pus protuberances I suspect is his stomach chortling.Yes, I suspected their total stupidity. I saw them going to war left and right all over the blue sphere. Always restless from the beginning. He said catching his breaths.

But, when they fell for our Cyborg Donald which we fabricated out of an ancient Rackist 1785 x2 .***  lying board and pasted that yellow excrement you **** daily as his hair and that complexion, so orange....hahaha!!  How dumb are these things?