In like Flynn

Listen to me.

Death. Shown on the tv

Maybe Facebook or a social scene

I study the reactions

To see

How to be

To fit in

It’s not the time

Mr. Flynn

To remember how you stole my car

You broke her heart

You fucked our friends

And. Toxins used, torn apart

Hand to face. cross my heart

A learned response

Let’s play the part

What we(they)

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Its always how ….{tiny worms}….loved you

Maine.  The way life should be.

12 dead friends and two in my family

When I Fly

Even the largest trees
look tiny against the Indiana sky
some words about god were spoke to me
who do I follow? a Hoosier asked me why

smaller still I see
pawn shops and autobody lies
we are not students sent to learn to be
but to help you learn to cry

just build it up to tear it down
so we grow that coping frown
write the words to erase
its ok. Your son is gone.
yet you still take it out on pawns

its

ok

to listen to me
like your tiny trees
leaves tired of being green
bring me home, lesson complete

its about being together
and not being alone in the sky

Stop signs

Open your eyes to the world
And find your mind
Squint enough and you’ll see
Read the guiding signs

On an Indiana highway
I coined the term
Made up a word
billboard skyscape

It’s not me anymore
But they can still guess my name
Left from the shape
A ghost of the place
A brandscaped American
Desolate waste
Shaped like an M or
A jack in the box face

I am the shadow of what’s to come

My past a reflection on a pond

What once was will never be
What’s to be I clearly see
When the futures burnt in shadow
Shapes of buildings tell their scenes
What they say is history
what repeats is not for free
And not what I wanted to read
The past was just a dream
A youthful joy that’s done left me

There’s a plane in the sky
Someone traveling the night
Looking to see the world
A young boy or eager girl

They’ll find home
Where they roam
Was the place they left behind
And the road
Is so cold
By the time it’s you, you find
the ones you left
Who loved you
Said that they didn’t mind

They lied

Ash Tree

A televised revolution
In the farmland destitution
A tumbleweed blew me into town

A 40 something punk solution
Blame it on Russian collusion
I triggered another Facebook clown

Why are they called party’s
When we are so divided?
A social distortion a dead Kennedy
America of states the United.

We found a common ground
Quoting Bukowski til dawn’s first shadow
We pushed daisies up through the brown
A pugilist and a pansy in the gallows

But you tried too hard old bay city doll
The social norms you’d bend
You’re the “sell out” in suburban scrawl
So I busted the bar and out drank your friends

You’re a bum on the Fresno streets
Operation: Ivy league washed up punk
It’s sad really you’re not even a freak
Your piss a descendant on borrowed shoes of a drunk

You’ll never leave a word behind
Wrongly quote a hero and drink yourself blind
And all the kids in peace were right
We did change the world

the

war is in your mind

The magnolia

In shadows of smashed trailer parks
Busted car graveyards
and shady loan sharks

I paid for my gas
Through bullet proof glass

Plywood fences graffiti wars
Boarded up churches and dollar stores

A hungry old dog found rotten catfish bones
Under a capsized boat on an overgrown road

A young girl plays the blues, wants to make me cry
A song about her scared hands
Pill dried eyes she’s scared to die
Scared to stay here in the delta
but too afraid to fly

Trace the bathroom floor tiles with my toe
Suitcase spilled open as the hotel room door
theres a fog in the southern moonshine glow
If I wear my lipstick to bed dad calls me a whore

But I’m keeping the makeup on, storm horns may blow
When the Bolivar shows the bodies the painted faces will glow
Mom would want me looking pretty
When I finally make the tv shows

On the other side of town
Old Mrs Jackson lays her husband down
Ratified the 13th so late on cotton row
Raise confederates as the soul food smokes
Keeping Cleveland as boring
As Southbound Mississippi’s flow

Infantasy or Snakes on a plane

We can ride on the backs of a million devils
If you’d like that
Sharpen my teeth as you
Pull my head back

Airports are like
Like a graveyard
No one wants to stay here
Stay forever
Would you like that?

Just move on

When you came onboard
The beasts all went away
Entitlements crashed rows before
As you kept us all awake

I’m not even sure what standards I’ve set
Or who I hoped you’d be
In my world not yours well I’d expect
Something my shallow self’d rather see
or maybe just someone not touching me

Miles above as years below
In turbulence we smile and say
say hello
Accept the behaviors of a child
I’d be the one to blame if love died
If I didn’t play peekaboo,
With you.
who cried?
Ears popped when the truth I tried
Whether an infant or grown man inside
Trays up, it’s the end
End of your ride
I won’t smile as my space you’ve plied
Onboard with #metoo the snake’s genocide

Sow

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singing Wonderwall in the rain
hoisting up our heffeweiss
we stangers made a pact in pain
clouds hide the moon first quarter slice

you could have taken the train
would not have paid the price
before the bridge blame the weather
it must be so cold in Neckar’s ice
can’t warm your bones this Hasenpfeffer
Eiswein took the wheel to the right

wrapped up like maultaschen another runner in the night

Thinking there is a point to find is as pointless as to find life

you didn’t get that they didn’t like you
a used vinyl salesman douche
just get their performance rider
you’ll never know how you were used

this crowd only wanting each other
ways to fill voids in their own hollow lives
singing away memories smothered
tomorrow wake up Schwabian housewives

 

the pre-chorus naive and so full of trust
I envy you who leave before jaded by lust

 

into the black forest a boar
looks back over his snout
digs it up in the mud
by the river to the south
a backstage pass on his tusks
mystery of this poem in his mouth

you could have taken the train
you’d not be wrapped in the hearse
it was beutiful to sing in the rain
The Backbeat starts, second verse