(2013)
Composed 03 March.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
