Poems

Let's write twenty-thousand sonnets

20,000 practice hours become expert

says wilt he's slept twenty thousand,

so I think 20.000 will definitely do it!

Nowhere to run

No place to hide

Under the gun

Cut up and dried

Nowhere to go

No place to be

Not in the know

Lost out at sea

Nowhere to cope

No place to heal

End of the rope

Such a bum deal!

I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm frustrated and angry

if I leave her I'll still be all this plus lonely

Being by myself shan't diminish this blue

if I go, I'll be alone pain sharply reminded

Well-meaning words

Much misconstrued

Dull stony barbs

Old pooches screwed

Sharp needles stuck

Acts out of line

I stab your back

Now you stab mine

Look at the Devil's advocate making counterpoints galore

squatting on Nihilist barstool jacking off to porno whores,

telling me the cannabis turns my brain to dummy's mush

your hypocritical boring has me mouthing the word hush

Don't forget I'm your idiot, here in our Thens of now's

oh, there 'tis a before and she's underneath somehow,

the Thens I've bad lived do follow me right up to here

choices I make now then turns all memories to cheer

There is no then

But only now

The past is gone

Lost anyhow

Life is right here

Right now that counts

Yet still a dream

By all accounts

I hated like rancid vinegar, drove all honeybees away

becoming like a Buddhist I healed much of the decay

I quit everything I started, as the wheel spitting shite

becoming manifested ode I brought purposes to light

I hang by a hardwire forging ignoring's habits blinds,

becoming as remembered 'tis happinesses I will find

Just imagine if we'd been kindhearted men

discovered the place where we'd now begin

What if we'd used a warm, nurturing touch?

brewing as men who like helping too much

Why, if I could go back that's just how I'd do

if I would be then, to my own self I'd be true

If I've seen one First Amendment auditor, I've seen them all

and I'm appalled at what I'm seeing as tyranny's disturbing

and this violent sheeple herding goes on sans a broken law!

Why are you policing me, out here doing not one act wrong?

your duties to protect me, moving smooth democracy along

your jobs not to judge me, decide I'm breaching-o-the-peace

our sworn law enforcers must all injustice desist and cease

Ollie Hardy said it best

Well, here's another fine mess

But who's gotten into what?

Hard to say I must confess

Now a trigger-happy world

Hence, there goes the neighborhood

But what's gotten into whom?

Mischief oft misunderstood

Unfocused man without ego,

Euell Gibbons hugging a tree

brews as cultures first Karen

this 'tis how I've come to me

Fearful ashamed in re Ganja,

as tool no handle new stress

how sidetrack and triggered

I'm manifest as from a mess