One

Once more upon the crowded hill

Shuffled and stumbled

Pillar and post oscillation

Wondering as ever

Wondering

How to reach out

How to touch, be touched

Instead of lonely

oh so lonely

Lost amongst the masses

Perspective

I walk the streets

Head down

Seeing gutters

Old fag ends

And anonymous paper bits

Suburban detritus

And wonder

Who

Where

Why and

What

This is an inspiration?

Sort of

Or a fantasy observation

I see smeared dog shit

And blood stains

Graffiti

Tags

Bags

Rags

And

Bones

And

People

Some above that level

Some below

I see

A grimy underbelly

Of this rancid city

I see Pain manifest

On pedestrian visages

I see

Hope vanish as the sun rises

I see life as it is

Rose petals washed from my face

With tears of pity

For them
For me having to see them

For me.

Veneer

 violence under our skin

itches to release

ordinary people try to make sense

of anything; of everything

still 

bullets give us beauty

make sense from life

revealing a final truth

of everything; of anything

ordinary people made sense

released

violence upon our skins

stilled

Hollow Man

I filled my void with emptiness

took each bright dream and pinched it tight 

between finger and thumb

extinguished like stars at dawn

I filled my void with emptiness

nailed hope to the floor with a spear

and walked away

its hideous mewling possibilities

evaporating like dew

I filled my void with emptiness

it's overflowing with deeds not done

a rubble of hollow words from broken promises

- untitled

fresh short plank
shaped, but raw,
unrefined
still being sanded by
life; that trial of abrasion
no varnish coat

to protect others from itself
a trail of splinters with every contact
most brush off
some push deep
to itch and fester
and for that I am truly sorry

Life on the FLood Plane

wandering

filling my pockets with stones

waiting for the rain

Half Empty

I sometimes wish

that maybe I could be

a better glass of person

Strong Words

clack click,
 a nine slips into the chamber
ready to preach
the word of Glock

...Politics & People...

Your words, all breezy and minty
We inhale, a breath of fresh air
Only to gag and choke
on the halitosis truth behind what you say...

Across We go...

two points

a chasm

a bridge

such ease

A to B

B to A

Purpose

Use

and such desire

that half way,

we turn Left...