
convinced there was a
trap door under the mattress
of my childhood crib
with stairs down to the basement
I searched every night in vain.

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