beyond the blue fiasco

again and again
it is
and there
it is
again
i start writing

beyond the blue fiasco
is nothing for me
so far. so
I write
lyrics and melodies
bind generations
into sections
I write
the fools and follies
of yester-year
here
and the groaning
there-of
I write
with Bukowski calling
me a hack
unoriginal
I write

the many words
i have yet to
look up
understand
and use
I write
and to all those
that don't know
i do
i do
I write
wafting putrid breath
across paper
fingers and pen
naive
I write
condensation down
glass and
puddles desk
I write
eyes blinking for
smoke and vice
running blind to
the sharp wind
I write


and the drinks keep coming
many times burning
belly
we all make
sacrifices
I write
clinging shirts to shoulders
finding shivers
I write
bored beer bitten
blunt smitten
three written
i write
the pencil strokes me
paper and ego
and i can sleep
I write

to leave in the dust
everyone i know
over and over
again and again
I write
the ever watchful
cock and
the peeking sun
the good fight
I write
before the great argument
before real healthcare
before i needed this
I write

madrigals written
accompaniment understood
no audience here
I write
again and too much
habit like crying
lame and unjust
I write
it's easier now
blood flows
from my pen
on my screen
I write
revalations plenty
come one
come alone
I write

because the stars scream
from who knows where
I write
and heroes fall short
under the
microscope
like us
I write
in confusion
and submit
to hopes of ears
I write
again and again
I write
to the avail of
my whispers
running to my tips
burning
I write
I have a piece of paper
with moving tricks
a mile long
I write
because
beyond the blue fiasco
i find
me
drinking, writing
asking
                questions

and there it is
again