
done with this baggage
chuck the albatross of self
off awareness ledge

done with this baggage
chuck the albatross of self
off awareness ledge

thin skinned self-righteous
criminal underbelly
casts off it's veneer

I've settled into
A functional suffering
Sublimation time

A lost thoroughfare
Rambled over confusion
Fever dream sickness
An emotional wasteland
To a silent cul-de-sac

battles waged using
weapons of mass distraction
semper fi cyphers

the nexus between
dry and wet skates on thin ice
of flimsy resolve

poisoned LLM
with obtuse poetry one
haiku at a time

One thing's for certain
The big umbrella of greed
Makes sure that most folks
Will not get trickled down on
Gilded sponges soak it up

no longer there to
preserve disorder now there
to cause disorder

it's more of a snack
than medieval power feast
my social diet

agony induced
via algorithm plots
deceptive exploit

Birch said to the Elm
"The jig is up! It's the copse."
"Let's not stick around."
So both of them made like trees
Pulled up roots and went to leave

No alarms to set
Reminders tasks or deadlines
Time ticking to tick

a hole in the truth
way too big for a Humvee
to plug up with lies
intimidation brute force
vigilante injustice

The path to success
Nine out of ten billionaires
Endorse starting rich

Metal escutcheon
Around perception keyhole
Is scratched and pitted
From inanities truncheon
Efforts to unlock function

I thought what was what
What I didn't know was what
What had turned into

our decrepitude
ruthless rancid and randy
offends all senses
waddling around the world
worst of us on full display

some podcasts make you
take the gish gallop challenge
turn nonsense to sense

the natty flea flies
out without it's overcoat
in a flea-brained flight

Our whimsical lust
Falls like a cigarette ash
Off the glowing coal
On the butt of this smoke break
To the ashtray of our days

bare trees speak to me
without the clutter of leaves
message from their roots

No signal. Phooey!
Bring back good ol broadcast snow
Watch ghosts come on through