I can see her now, Sitting happily In a moment she hadn’t foreseen, Taken by inclinations so minute To be unmistakably her own, Her own sins That she swats at Because to become them Is to kill their embryonic song, Decadent indulgence the only way.

I was never one for praying. If I have to kneel to be good, That just means my standing could use some work, I’d rather fix my standing, Or walking, I’ll walk to J Church, Alice in Chains, Across hippie lines and Napalming the carburetor lunges.

There you see the civics venue, It is always in dust, Dreary and old, Showing features for the Ample-pocketed, . Those now skeletons Who stepped out of line And catalyzed change, Your search for truth and stability Ending in a woman’s figure And a pounding heart.

I hate having to bring books back to the library. When I bring a book home and put it on my floor, It develops roots. I’ve got trees dwindling Around my feet, And this is my world, In this do I hear chirping birds Of blue and green Singing a song that’s ever fresh And […]

It is to the attractive That we tell the harshest secret Which is, That there’s nothing on Earth Besides them.

Ancient scrolls, and engravings Are what we’ve waited this whole time for As the air blows light upon July With a faint sense of the dead, As farmers’ work toils out Only to yield more, We want yet More of that coloration That dims responsibility, That provides to our lives a harmonious song Of enigmatic […]

What on Earth happened, Our rap music changed to being just about the money When there wasn’t enough Love only categorical advance So in saying nothing, The emcee is actually just depicting reality, The art being evil personified in rhythm, And life is yet but a dream.

Right away, when I sat down at the bar and looked at all the beer signs and mirrors on the wall, I remembered that this bar was depressing. It’s impossible to emerge, from some bars, as the same man you were when you went in. I sat there for half an hour or so, listening […]

In this bath of what’s before us I see eyes of irony Braced in properness, Straddling years As facades abide by convention And ballyhoo To advance into dust, But not before documentation Lays all conger eel miscellany To the tin quarry.

I can’t wait ‘til Bernie Sanders is president, I’m gonna get rich! I figure I’ll be able to afford a Lexus about four months into his term, maybe five. But if not, I’m gonna get my money back. I’m gonna keep my receipt. Yup, that’s right, they’re gonna give me a receipt when I vote, […]