
the loopy lout goes
for a lope about to see
what he can purloin

once limpid pools cloud
with stirred up muck of past debts
retribution reigns

letting the day gain
purchase on my attention
as dreams slink away

snug in his own group
it might be said that crow got
lost in his murder

The moment was right
To outstrip ourselves that night
Tangle of delight

dementia leads us
waist deep in the big muddy
with unclear vision

The great man theory
History's an example
Of one knucklehead
Convincing many others
To do dirty work for them

It just makes me yawn
As attention seeking spawn
All line up to fawn
Acting like it's a new dawn
Nope. Just primal greed redrawn

run with a mishmosh
crisscross vile base message and
this is what you get

Daily things I do
Make me a big fan of air
Clean fetishist fan

Perched on the next stool
This enigma seemed to me
A shade too cozy
Proceeded to press buttons
That had long been left unpushed

Black markets arise
Gangsters and Banksters take joy
Fleecing has begun
Bribery is legal and
Extortion is a virtue

the time it takes to
send the moment to my brain
seems to take longer

while some stay on brand
by being decent humans
others promote their's
with petty small minded cruel
spiteful malicious actions

he didn't intend
to get that promotion, just
blustered into it

the first thing you need
is a propeller so you
can propel yourself

You want a dollar?
Pull down your pants and holler
Internet content
From political cosplay
To shoveled opinion smut

As I lay sleeping
I conjure rewritten past
Makes it seem better
Gulped off the half shell of me
My rationalization

suture my succour
on humanities scapegoat
stop the bleeding now

Wind up media
Watch it spiral down the drain
No more truth for you

The world wound up tight
Like a spring set to be sprung
Dirges will be sung

Keep the change baby
Change ain't what it used to be
Small change got rained on
Cause he wanted to be king
Links in history's change gang

Feel a finger
Trace the seam of existence
Savor the recede

the current regime
will fold spindle mutilate
to get it's own way

susurrus soar through
the corridors of my mind
where howls once echoed

seems like all the dark
in all the shadows wants to
spill out all at once

fifty years ago
summer job in factory
room size spring grinder
turntable of tubes
fill all tubes with raw springs
make ends flat to seat
fast pace to keep up
if one sticks in tube tap other
guy and duck under table
sparks fly all around
best motivation ever
to return to school

lean city sparrow
fat and sassy farm sparrow
tariffs will harrow