I thought of the right words.
Sitting on a stool, ready
To take my laundry from out the dr
My vision accosted by a garish gre
The nihilism of the poor.

I view death as my friend.
Sitting on my bed, playing
a guitar like a silent weeping wom
who has just lost a child.
I view life as a mustard seed.

I am in the city of dead arisen,
surrounded by saints and sinners;
some safer in cars, cardboard pack
in halcyon piles to suffocate the
For others, houses blow in the win

Four. The number four
creeping under the floor.
And I sit no more.
And they call no more.
To ponder and gather,

The tower of Babel
was destined to fall
not because of the
wrath of God,
but the hatred

Loud angry voices
emanating throughout
the land trying best
to think best about
what is best. Argue best.

You must be you. Truly.
Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan
that sings the songs of days for d
I will hear that greatness, let us
Rising to the world,

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

Oh how I wish
my talent with words
were like
that of a painter
with color and dimension.

A sight of sympathy for the man,
who never thought himself too gran
or even fair to look at for long,
The ballad entails his fateful son
Afraid of estranged looks and whis

He haunts me every night
a ghostly light highlights a darkl
Skin the color of starlight in mem
Dreaded demon of conscious-less em
He is my demented tormentor

Fire and Water
sensations
rinses and rises
as a dutiful procedure.
Felt within,

She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds

Here’s the bet.
What’s a blind?
Pass the pretzels bro.
I’ve never had this beer before.
Have these cards been shuffled?

It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,

In front of the eager class
stood the fool
who had been hand-picked
by the professor
to share

Remember when shots
were stolen,
foreign dreams left melted
in the chamber.
Left fulfilled

The rain was not refreshing.
we waited and waited
on those barren, thirsty
desert hills.
But no rain came.

You used to walk around the park
and feel the air perched on your t
but now it is no more.
Once written in mosaic glass
is now just a shatter on the floor

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu
The words flutter like a salacious
Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat
Baudelaire on drugs.
A reading, by a poet,

Madness ensued
in dark corners and wretched taver
where I insulted myself, and I go
by a tribal aggression; must retal
and avenge for society’s sake.

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea

Do your work and remove yourself.
Don’t check the follower count,
Avoid the need to see how you have
You are a rock, immoveable in your
Missing, wanting, requiring action

Today was a peculiar day
I walked down from my apartment
and received a letter from a Samoa
who gave me a smile and a handshak
calling me by name.

I’m surrounded by broken things–
red dust deposits in the windowsil
chipped mugs, clamped keys, worn o
a matted rug, drained vase and dyi
dead water and the rising smoke fr

Strength of the mighty ocean
couldn’t calm existence the pressu
nor violence by which we all measu
Sometimes the only definition of m
Like crossing the Rubicon,

A puff of air
internalized
in a vacant room.
Cows among me chewing
the expensive cud that

A cockroach died of starvation in
Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu
to go outside and find my way to t
steal some coffee from a bank befo
I dropped my American Eagle key o

I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old

Anger was beef,
and chickens were too,
and I wasn’t hungry,
at least not anymore.
And a four-score speech

French Vanilla,
a sweet taste
I haven’t had in a while.
Came back suddenly
when I stared too intently

An echoing melody breezed through
swinging from the tops of green fo
and melted the defenses of the mou
Everything seemed to disappear thi
I was in myself a different way.

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t
of healthier men walking out of do
head held high while I kept their
It wasn’t something to really envy
and a fine nights sleep. No family

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

I shall make for me
some natural herb tea,
my unquestioning remedy,
for what, to me, remains elusive…
a good night’s sleep.

Stardust in the mind,
I contemplate in exact answers,
precise manners,
for the fulfillment of a question
that beckons forgiveness.