Half massed

Another Texas deadhead.
They cover your love
With a LONEly STAR
When you spread your. drugs

Natural redhead
Legs for checks. 20 dollar bedhead

Tree songs
Grand military graves

Die for oil
A [want] Bush is gone
And miss the married waves

32000 feet and falling

Juxtaposed with gatherings hotel breakfast death
Rinos feasting hall of strangers. Eating powdered eggs
And Mr and Mrs talking head
spewing opinions spraying lead
Teaching how things should be said
Collect the bullets count the fed

Another racial jest. Another cat in a tree
Another overpaid or politicized
Or dead celebrity.

The quiet neighbor was the nicest guy he loved dogs loved his AR-15

These are not my people. This is not my scene. This all a big old scam. Instead of news


Jet engines fail when people believe their gods are on TV.

No GPS signal

I always need. Knew you’d change

Lie in reverse like a butterfly you’ve

Lost your wings

How do I find the way

When what’s left is right inside my veins

You can’t fly to god

If you can’t walk to. Me. Talk. More

I put flies in and closed the jar

Watched them drop to the floor

Orchid. Rose. A rope

Petals I supposed

She loves me. Knot

Tied the loose

Maggots become whores

Poke a hole and breathe

Life full of scores

What’s the cost

I don’t like the song on the radio so I turn it off

And you just keep on talkin like there’s nothing lost

Layla in a man’s world

The poet writes

The tired old tree leans
over an unused street
A rope hangs bent branch swarm of bees
No more swing no more leaves
Ghosts of children’s laughter
Playful screams
No more lovers carving their names
Promising bed covers hoping for dreams

The blues singer choruses

Dusty old train Memphis midnight shoes
Smokestacks lightning mountain songs and booze
Judge jury… jail the hangman too
Lonely Liza or Les Paul old man gotta choose

The country singer twangs

Ford or Chevy pedals and metal gears
Lost my girl to a wino stuck alone 20 years
Lipsticks dry baby ran out of tears
Dusty road rain won’t wash away fears
But I’ve got song and my dog and my beer

Sustantivos muses

I could go on talking bout the bald fat old
Opera singers
Or the homeless man on the corner waving a cup
With last fingers
All of them just cliches
More sad stories more dead ringers

They’re all hanging on to something they lost
Trying to be hung onto.
To live beyond their last thoughts
To live a life worth a song to

You won’t be hung from til you’ve been lost

No one will care unless you made a sound
Written some words, thrown some leaves on the ground
Thrown some shade. Rode some waves
Played like Clapton
Sang like Brown

Gluten Free

Coming home from the rest of the world
Where your gods are all wrong
They leave you for addicts like me
I am just a lyric in a love song

Violent thoughts shopping for food
Thinking of that boy you kissed
Kill all the music on the radio
One more item crossed of your list

Too many choices in first world lanes
From fruit loops to lorna doones
Left on a shelf expired deveined
Who eats pizza with plastic spoons?

Wars fought over bibles erections
Left behind newer models and makes
All influenced by brand selections
Aluminum foil melted by ice cream cake

They leave you for addicts like me Polyunsaturated and gluten free

Past judge meant

In a room full of colors

Situations and creeds

All joined at the hips

Come to hear a man speak

Circle jerks gaming geeks

Open closets room for freaks

But you said hurtful words

“I don’t read poetry”

Creating division

Branches break dying tree

Hi. My name is alcoholic

And I’m a sustantivos

We aren’t all the same

Though they tell their names

Show the scars tell their stories

Open up bible games

All for one fame and glory

When we submit you’re the claim

In a room full of others

Still alone. Cold remains

Eyes on palms lines are smothered

Lines are brothers lines are shame

Contradicted your intentions

All White pages. words are stains