position taken
position set
drive the anchor pin
we shall not be moved
this is war
suck it up
shut the fuck up
can't hear you
lalalalalla
wrong
wrongwrongwrong
monger monger
mangy monger
shut 'em down
power to us
power for us
a power lust
burning righteous
burning within
burn baby burn
burn it down
burn them bridges
bras, cards, flags, symbols
cars, stores, books, badges
burn 'em down
burn the whole fuckin' house down

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facial recognition
pause the slow route in blue suits
from rows of cartops seem alike
they are unique..different
cruising in wrap arounds
designer glass...
Confident strides
Confident as I
watching with new
made friend drawing
smokes in cupped hands
while winter winds hurries
on its way finding its place
down the middle
and at sleeves loose

the slush like applesauce
pressed into shoe prints
and tire tracks
profile an inch deep

A LEGEND IS BEING BURIED NOW 10 DEC 2014

Oh LORD!

Oh! Lord if thou does’t exist,
pray grant me a final wish
that ere they bury me or incinerate,
in the cloudy rain and snow
the sun weeping silently
behind darkened clouds...

''''just a small wish...''''

give me life for just a wee moment,
to be able to rise and thank
all standing in ovation,
to praise me hence...

The trees are grind into leaf
Like dust almost being said
The recent buds sprout and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are green again
And we feel old? No, they grew too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting leaf thresh
In fullgrown tree every May
Last year hallelujah amen they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, again

O My Friend

eye lids drooped

brain can's
garbage lid
slid
slammed
dumpty down
thumping
the gray matter
a cranial grave

lumpy brain drippings
drooled off his tongue
a bloviating
poet
had become undone

spewing now:
semi-literate giblets
a mash of gargled verbiage
a hash of balderdashery

...voila!...

a unique rhetorical feast

his agent booked a full page spread:
" a fresh sensation,,, served
with french wines and bread"

The horizon had a violet hue,
Turquoise waves lapped far and few...

Perched on rocks black and askew,
Amongst the couples he felt so blue...

A crimson sunset was the view,
Wet yellow sand stuck to him like glue...

Returning tanned was a fishing crew,
Followed by white chaos that flew...

Shades of gray made their nets look grim,
But the silver shone as they swam aground...

Hung on a chain with green seaweed trim,
A rusty anchor groaned as it slowly drowned...

Sick of the cycle of loneliness,
forgotten birthdays, broken promises
and empty moments stretched by boredom,
my heart longed for its freedom!

To my parents, I was invisible,
a voice to be ignored, dead to their world.
Their endless search for fortune left me,
playing with ghosts of my fantasy.

Their house was not my home,
its a prison made of stone
where dreams were forsaken
and hope stumbled and crumbled!