A lot to learn

Too much to learn tonight
I don’t really want to fight
but I can’t keep moving slow
can’t keep this wagon’s roll
got only one wheel right now
got nowhere to go but I’ll
I’ll be alright somehow
got my neck in the clouds
head clear of everything
I’m learning to meet needs
got myself all but clean
smoking my pipe of please
I don’t think I’ve got dreams
but everything’s clear it seems
I don’t want want to fight
but I can’t be up all night
I think I’ll say goodbye
catch me another midnight
cause I’m out up in the clouds
rolling down my feet on ground
everything is looking up
I got myself the lessons uncut

Repurposed

Pour the powder in the eye
bleed the wrist ’til arm is dry
burn the hair and pluck the lashes
wish for more time if you haven’t
tear the lips and clean the gums
we will soon be having fun
light the powder with burning hair
take the flesh so unaware
peel it back and drain the fat
the day has come
and you have passed
take the teeth and cook the back
the body gone repurposed at that

Grief

The pretty are so desperate
desperate for the fear
the tears that fall from broken eyes
the bleed that comes from ears
the gilded are so sad
but also complementary
complementing dust
and rewriting recent history
everything is crystal
the silk is blood and bone
drinking of the marrow
keeps you from growing old
the rich are oh so desperate
desperate for the poor
to fill their boring life up with pain
the pain of wanting more
the pretty are so desperate
like every shiny thing
those considered have gots
lay waste to hope supreme
the wanting of the glutinous
rewriting history
the things that make us restless
also make them grieve.

Stone days

Meaningless
everything I do
a joke for what
no one consumes
a portrait
of desperate be
a broken doll
American poetry
meaningless
and obvious
lack the list
to kick the trick
the dragon flying
the pen is dying
words that fail
meaningless prevail
for every win
for every loss
the meaning of
a pointless cost.

Purpose driven

Sometimes I panic
my world flattens
everything is up
in the air
nothing is certain
I’m guessing it’s worth it
but I’m not even sure
I am here
sometimes I panic
thinking about it
knowing I could lose
my home
but faith says to have it
take the pain and manage
to continue moving on
and know
sometimes in darkness
we fail into this-the distress
that unravels bones
but if you keep moving
watch the improving
the struggle is in keeping
the goal.