An Ill-fit Cog

Like an ill-fit cog

Wobbling about its axis,

Tracing empty circles,

Skipping and sputtering

Grinding down its iron teeth

As it vainly labors,

Until finally worn smooth

And left without purpose:

So I churn through my days

My Own Brain

My own brain is out to get me

Toiling secretly against my intentions

Conspiring daily to undo me

Scheming to entrap me

In its sinister machinations

My own brain is a sadistic vandal

Scrawling epithets and slanders

Hurling Molotov cocktails and

Ripping down the fragile scaffolding

I have labored so hard to erect

My own brain is out of control

Crashing about aimlessly

Stumbling through hazards

Rushing foolishly towards

Perilous destinations

My own brain has got to go

Or he’ll be the death of me

Shelter

Like fiery ants

Scurrying madly across

Sun-scorched sands

My frantic thoughts

Scramble fiercely towards some

Darker place

Voyage

I‘ve gone from you again

Left you standing on the shore

Chatting with my shadow

Wondering if there’s more

Echoes of my heart

Flutter ‘round  your head;

Spinning, twisting, turning,

Slowly building dread.

I stroke your warm fresh cheeks

With aging nothing hands.

I call your name so sweetly

While charting darker lands.

I leave you with so little.

I venture far too deep,

Where echoes cannot reach me,

And all I crave is sleep

My return is never certain

Our reunions far too brief

Each dawn an empty promise

Each kiss a step towards grief

Vomitus Shit

“If we’re meant to be

I’ll come back to you”

I whisper these words

My eyes filling with self-pity

My greasy mongrel heart

Convulsing in my chest

Pumping bile and piss

Thick breath seeping past my lips

Stinking of the vomitus shit

That I regurgitate daily.

And yet you look upon me
Lovingly
Pitying all my filth

Lucky

A throw of the dice

Bones banging about in a

Noisy cacophony

Scrambling some

Cosmic happenstance

Bequeathing riches

To the lucky

Who anoint themselves

The victorious chosen

Duck And Cover

You better duck and cover.
You better do it fast.
You better duck and cover,
Or this breath may be your last.

I heard a proud man say it,
He said it with a frown,
“The dangers that we now face
Are coming to your town.”

They say that we’re at orange,
Much worse than green or blue.
These threats we face are awful
And the next one may get you!

I’m not trying to scare you,
But I’ve seen what lies ahead.
Evil forces gather ‘round us,
And won’t rest until we’re dead.

They’re coming from the desert.
They’re creeping out of caves.
These Stone Age sons of Satan
Want us all in unmarked graves

We’d better shut the borders.
You’d better buy some guns.
Throw away those things called rights,
God shields his favorite sons.

Don’t worry about the air.
Don’t worry about your health.
Don’t worry ‘bout your freedom.
Just trust the ones with wealth.