…when you think that

There’s nothing redeemable

Left in human society

Someone will unselfishly display

Kindness, a random act

Or perhaps a return

For the gentle smile

You so carelessly throw around

Or your calloused helping hands

That mold the day





Crazy when you look back
at the vast array of people
who've crossed your timeline
or parallel it (far less)

and do you consider near collisions
from so much indecision?
There's almost always a cause
and in some way they will affect
this incarnation like it of not

Maybe brushing up against 
or rubbing the wrong way
or a remembered look of disgust
that may or may not have led
to a self-conscious self-examination
or perhaps someone or something
made you smile or feel significant

Traces of all we encounter
scar the path we forge
Necessary for growth
though impermanent

For as all things are born
they too shall pass

Crazy when you look back

Wiser when you don't

Blood and Bone

Give my regards
to broads of the street
Disregard Wall street
Save yourself the agony
Save what little you have
Cut out the middleman
Hedge fund managers need
to be clipped, castrated
For to profit from others suffering
should not be tolerated
Yet slavery and debt
built these metropolitan tombs
built an avarice nation
built upon the backs
of the native people
Swindled into servitude
Stripped of culture
A nation built
on blood and bone
by debt through loan
by all of it

Hot Revenge


My revenge wasn't served cold.

It was quite warm in fact.
From my scrotum
to my penis it came.

And once it left the shaft
and found oxygen, like fire
it seemed to spread everywhere.

A dreadful sight I'm sure,
pants to my ankles, ball-sweat soaking
into the office chairs seat cushion

and my unborn liquefied children
lie everywhere like remnants
of a white phosphorus grenade.

and for the first time
in a long time

I felt good.

Left to Chance

A world left to uncertainty
left to chance
seems a fine place to start
in one's search
for a better way
The preplanned, preformatted
and prepackaged program
they've sold us
has proven to contain
too many holes
filled with shit
like cold patch on forgotten streets
Temporal repairs
for temporary problem solvers
failing the world unknowingly
day by day perpetuating
stale cycles passed down
through dark centuries
since mankind attempted
conquering the Earth
though forewarned
by many tribes
an impossible feat
they'll never stop trying

Technological Traps

I too used to believe 
in advancements and progression
now a Luddite leaning
toward simplicity
For rebellion's no longer in style
all fashionably clone
in appearance, opinion, even art
as many artists no longer express
but recreate fads
for monetary gain

Certain aspects of this are cyclical
as historical records show
but the digital dark age 
promotes gluttony and 
overfeeding the self, the ego

...and the once helping hands 
open to ideas
are but closed fists gripping shit
unwilling to share even that

Live and Don’t Try

Assimilation impossible
gave up many years ago
Never managed to acquire
that skill in all these years
Now accustomed
I cherish my role as an outcast
It's not a reprisal
I've held this position
from the day I was born
into this incarnation
There was no blending
though I do enjoy blended whiskies
on occasion and
I've no chameleon or
shape shifting abilities
I find it better to stand out
like a sore thumb
than always pointing
in the wrong direction

So I wave goodbye to trying