October 18, 2016
meet melting pot america.
meet freedom of speech.
meet upset by freedom of speech.
meet why so mean america?
meet wow, i am confused.
meet holy shit, what freedom?
meet let’s change this idea.
meet we try to do and do right.
meet not broken don’t fix it.
meet individual in a group.
meet thoughts of talk and action.
meet make, make, make, and make.
meet comes with the territory.
meet that’s life, so they say.
meet i love Dr. Seuss…
meet cry baby, why baby?
meet the reality that is, and why.
meet why change, instead love.
October 16, 2016
this Hercules coffee
& sleepless dreams,
got me shaking the cold off,
happy to be seen.
October 3, 2016
the best day you have on record
is the one you have before you.
new adventure, for a new day break,
now moments, moments to go.
more coffee, another inspiration;
another set back to make changes.
certain dreams of those so gone
that something may come of yours.
September 24, 2016
when does the rationale come back?
this morning a skein flew easterly
as a stinky cat ate wet grass in cool air.
cooking shows and mall shootings.
there is still a lone shooter at large…
but not here, that was in Washington.
i probably won’t go shopping today anyway.
anyway cars moved past overgrown front lawns,
a radio played classically forgetful songs,
and seven:eleven was my wake up time.
nothing much for a saturday stay,
the police scanner glows on its stand.
i’ll eat leftovers of last night: pizza.
but i won’t talk on yesterday’s toils much.
rationale, certain hormones change minds
at times, they make me want to buy.
i’d go to Amsterdam–the pub, and drink
and talk of Irish counties and transport,
the weather and such in the back of a truck
what luck? crammed, called ignorant for
having viewpoints different, but does
that make you what they loudly say? Different.
(i put much thought in putting in much thought.)
probably not. probably doesn’t matter.
probably rationale skewed by language used,
delete the tweet, ah, but O’ the screenshots:
that is the way the local government works,
tho you Canot do that, or can you? Perhaps? IDK.
leaders, that term can be used very loosely;
leaders are people too, they come with faults.
pondered doxing most of the afternoon, true.
bribes, lines, demands, and political chides.
not much for the actual people proper.
a sort of smoke screen, photo cropper.
not too much to for me though…
Again, the birds and the cat and the neighbor.
i love everyone and their ideas, how could you not?
and when does the rationale come back?
people must have lost it calling other’s flaws
not factoring in their own, tho, not alone.
rationale has been lost for the masses.
but what is that? and who is going to interpret it as so?
September 17, 2016
other dogs OUT THERE!
the maple trees.
what can i
in my mouth
and chew? ….
i smell something:
maybe i’ll eat it
and shit it
out in the
get yelled at.
no. i’ll eat
this peanut butter
toast right here
on the table.
play with my toy.
September 16, 2016
there are no carte blanche,
scribes in this city.
everything for novel;
muse: money, fame, cohorts–
certain derivatives of old…
they want to be noticed
but not for such reasons,
for something like gods.
Zum Beispiel: nothing is fair,
i lost my one love,
no body understands me,
and something about trees.
September 13, 2016
as i turn on the boob tube
to local frost warnings
and bright light
an inspiration is born.
something surely new.
something surely different.
as wafting aroma of morning coffee
kept cool in the fridge
then poured out neat in a cup.
low dew points: free!
some commercials sing.
sell me more, like their press.
why don’t you sell poetry?
blinking and bouncing colors.
loving the breeze
that wraps me through
the window as i sit nude
thinking on meetings
and projects and lifestyles
on some cat-torn up couch.
how we all get around.
how we all are targets.
just a touch of some Button on a remote.
at some remote location.
living room centered.
in the middle of everything,
and nowhere and somewhere,
and some inspiration is born
just like this,
and we can all relate.
but will we give it that way
as we ourselves get?
Commercialism. Capitalism. Nepotism.
those are still in the art you read.
will we acknowledge the acknowledgeable
which too makes us
and we find unique when it is not?
probably i don’t know.
probably go buy their works.
some tell of “privilege” i guess.
tell stories they don’t “know”.
tho are your friends publishers,
curators, or the media?
make em’ more realistic as if given.
if so, it’s all good.
if not, go fish. my inspiration grows.
tho i am pale, tired, and typical.
where is the kitchen sink?
i suppose they are right if they believe.
here is the father of some idea.
something already been said.
something apathetic, something me.
August 16, 2016
what i know
is that people
they create it
people only want
words, art, ideas,
if they create
cite the editors,
the talking heads,
best of friends
in foggy dawn
hot summer’s day,
but i didn’t
and that is why they
only the best.
August 15, 2016
i woke up
tired of some sleep,
ready for fall,
i beg of travel
and good health,
family used to
all the funerals
to let me know
and i need