Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

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Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration
But that’s not the way you remembered they bled
Choosing the perfect wording for posterity
A trembling shadow of what the poets once said

We once set out to create a fresh universe
But that’s not the way I can any longer think
Falling in love with strange, beautiful women
The source & reason for all the dedicated ink

Our souls entwined in deliberate communion
But that’s not the way that I came to be lost
Specific writings to engrave our cosmic lust
Forever entombed within this highland frost

These Aren’t Normal Times

These aren’t normal times
Unsure of the rational quotient
They’ve diluted our sanity
Wondering if our minds are still potent

Fantastical elements to the headlines
Looking for a panacea to sullenly cope
The system failing before our eyes
With the masses clinging to any hope

Returning to kindergarten lessons
Keep your hands to yourself
Who knew that toilet paper
Would become a perishable wealth

Looking to science for salvation
But they’ve only come up with social distance
The infrastructure is a trumped up facade
Yet stay calm at their detached insistence

Watching the news has me feeling like Max Headroom
Knowing more, yet I’m labeled as schizophrenic
I have growing frustrations with stupidity
The un-diagnosed symptom in this pandemic

This society is going crazy in quarantine
Turn off the tube, avoid the gov’t’s quotes
You’ll be safer to shutter your doors
& hope zombies don’t show before the antidote

We can’t explain the horrors of the day
The worst thing generations have seen
We’re in this for the long haul now
Or at least until we have the vaccine

This year you’re now on sabbatical
We’re all sorry if you had life plans
But this is the new world order
Stay home & wash your damn hands

Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes

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Can we puncture our transcendent eyes
Feeling fantasies no one can understand
Trapped behind responsibility & expectation
Failing to grasp foundations as we planned
The difference in our souls transmit
Expounded by the beatings of our hearts
Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired
But their might will never sever our parts
You cannot be weak if you’re truly weird
There’s no time for the molecules to rearrange
These burdens of an unimaginative society
Simply cannot fathom the depth of how you’re strange