I wanted to take acid, Once, And just walk around my town Wearing headphones But not listening to the music, Just feeling all those images Crystalizing in time, Immortalizing only to be vanquished, Geese carving out their niches, Squirrels hunting for bounties So petty that it would blow your mind, . I wanted to hear […]

Even the good music, It takes you mad places, And along those places You’re still seeing the good and the bad, So it’s . Cosmic all the time, Or back to the machine, Stasis known only in surrender And life one precipice After another.

I slipped, And dripped, And a year went past Where I didn’t even make a sound, Didn’t wanna make the wrong one Didn’t wanna look out my window And see faces of hate By the same old tennis court, Half the time the enemy coming in exotic So I don’t even wanna play… . But […]

There’s Donald Trump’s face again… I can FEEL my superiority to him, Every time I scroll down, Imbibe his current activities, And fully digest All the labyrinthine aspects of his current wrongdoing — Cognitive ground like waterskis, More fun for the thin sloshing, Breakneck speed and black-knob madness.

One more time around the sun Is when we dumbly stare Instead of creating something fiery That we have in our bosom, Which is why we admonish it, And send it to our asymptote eyes As it dissolves on the spinning ceiling fan, So much of what could have been laughter, Laughter.

We are in a frightful world, today, And it is a hungry world That draws your blood And prizes it up to prisms For the empty orange coloration, . Everything, always, Defined by the lethal moment To crown and shred icon

When you heard those hungry rumblings, That was this Earth, Things to forever stay here suspended As night for the love bearers, The bright eyed young babes Strobing the dance hall, Happy movie nights On a Saturday, You, Truly.

That rapacious divinity is still Mixing with the watching gods from her, I see it because it is so paramount of life, The only thing real, Animal teeth digging into skin, Where “soul” was some compromised reflection Banished from the sports fields.

To meet a new being, One that doesn’t know my sin slathering, Has immobile chaise, immobile face, Contorts over to see me and smile With blue eyes, To be this person, Looking only at the ground and Demystifying The shiny period Should be a splendor To mark Out harmony on a B flat scale

Rock music is a way of ever changing people, So people who want to be changed, Gravitate to it. . But nobody can give too much, The giver gets angry, There Under mounds of flame.