Hanging on the wall

No one can change the world it’s been round for billions of years

I got lost on the runways of time

looking for an answer to why

I felt only the numbness of tiny white pills

Succumbed to their apathy self awareness that kills

Confused by a hundred echos playing pinnacle in my mind

Separated at birth It’s me I’ll never find

Yet I keep searching far and wide,

Nether regions and deep inside.

Until the song I hear all day and night

Stops playing backwards and finally rewinds

And the lyrics will be the final words I write

For now I search every picture I see

For inside there. Sitting alone somewhere

Is always me

Long A. (go)

A wet gap I couldn’t arch my back

Couldn’t keep my stick in the honey jar

The communal are apathetic when the flag is torn apart

I can’t keep up with a Porsche navigating my golf cart

It runs on lies and schemes and made up memes. I have a code.

Even if I’m losing my soul……

The lazy and weak inherit the Earth

Just ryme that with meek, swallowed at birth

A piano plays in my mind

Every song you wrote played in reverse. This is my curse.

I’m a hurricane. Circling your home.

And if you let me grow…..

When your dreams don’t believe in you. go home

But instead you let me go.

Afraid of the binding and blinding

Snow

And yes I’m ago

Hydroplane

I took the keys and went for a drive

17 suburban Cold War fight

It was in our minds in our sheltered confines

I took her keys and we went for a ride

He called me and said he was going to die

Testicular cancer ignored all the signs

I took the keys flew past my own sign

He nearly outlived us as we rolled to that stop

When the dust settled saved by the cops

I stole her keys and paid off the fines

All the kids in the city they barely survive

So long in such a short time

It was just a day that ends in WHY
So I decided it would be the one where I quit my job. Make it memorable and fade to night
Anyway it was the people there, they emptied me too many times

wallowing in my thoughts hiding inside my face
I met my dead grandma at the bar.
Just for a drink or four
a crowded scene in a lonely place

Sometimes when you have so much to drink about,
well that’s when you should stop thinking aloud

She told me her son was dying so I hugged her, She looked like I needed it

Where we all end up anyway

Am I at fault for not wanting to be a slave

To another man’s dream to be

Though me may often agree?

The roads already paved…..

I curl my toes in cold shower morn

Avoid driving deeper these stinging thorns

Into the balls of my feet

From walking through your prickly garden

Smell of rotten angels sickly sweet

(There’s blood in the drain.

Smells like hot streets in the rain)

Snow falls on rainbows

-my eyelids close-

no pots of gold

In solitude I can hear the country sing

It sounds like the lonely forest first day of spring

So much hope, the past is done.

Creatures forgotten rediscover the sun

(There’s anger in politics

Rusty nails in the crucifix)

Their parents are dead

-Forgot to warn them-

winter comes again

Am I at fault for not wanting to dig the grave

Of another man’s losses gone by

Though we often share the grief?

The soils already spade…..

You don’t have to push the needle deep

To remember how it hurts

You don’t have to dig so very far

To hide us beneath the dirt