Junky Little Notes

Junky little notesThrowaway lines on the postmodern stageCultural fragmentation in empty streetsTruth whittled away on an evaporating pageThe disillusionment of an appropriated lifeWhile the world’s on fire; downright ablazeThe American Dream sold off to the lowest bidderFeeling dissociative in these recent raucous daysOur dishonest & unaccountable governmentAre trying to sell you their uninspired visionTrying to

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory Writing

We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle

  We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies Crashing back to from where it came We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries A fragmented society in this world of hate Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes  But I’m choosing compassion & joy I’d rather

Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought

Collecting fragments of free thought The missing pieces of a discarded word Unknown & forgotten loves in innerspace Unfortunately time reduces us by a third Intellectuals hunkered down – protecting wisdom Throwing bones, sharpening knives & wit Critical theories to counteract  The cultural elite reminding me I ain’t shit But I continue down my solitary