Of Matters Not

They lie, they do and you stay true

Even though it matters not.

They have made their mind

And while it seems unkind

To them, it matters not.

They see their way and pave the day

With hard imagined facts.

If you look away

You will see that they

Look a different way

That sucks.

Can You See Around Your Imagination?

She was sad and he was mad.

His boss was disappointed.

Her sins had been annointed.

Her spouse believed her.

His kids did not.

They could not know

The web they’re caught in.

It was their opinion.

They made it real.

And it was really bad.

The Law Is A Tall Building With Poor Folks On The Ground Floor

Hello says the guard from security.

He wants to know your name.

Wait says the guard from security.

He’s curious why you came.

You need to know somebody.

Know their floor by heart.

You need to know them well.

Or you’ll soon depart.

Fruitless, helpless, on the street.

You won’t meet the peeps with

Whom you can’t compete.

There’s no hello from security.

No guard here to greet.

No guard asks mister top floor’s name.

He comes in three floors deep.

Mister top floor has a back door.

The guards have never seen.

See, the guards exist between

The ground floor and the top floor.

That floor you’ll never see.

Survival Of The Dim Wittedest

A rising tide

Sinks some ships.

The loosest lips

Float asunder.

Us under.

When Alcohol’s Not To Blame

God damn whiskey!

Bastard beer!

Shit head vodka!

Christmas cheer?!

Sorry I’m drunk now.

Shouldn’t be here.

Goddamn whiskey!

Bastard beer!

Don’t leave me Lucifer.

I need your fear.

Cause if you leave

It’s only me here.

The Copy Cats Are Coming

You are you.

You know that’s true.

But you can be you

Without you too.

You can leave a sign.

A note.

A text.

You can leave a message so perplexing

That bafflement ensues.

Now what do we do?

When that you

Is not you…

The Child Rearing App

Your last time to the play store.

Down loaded, in settings.

The features you’re getting.

Hold on now, you’re betting

The whole damn store.

So tap on No Regrets.

Check I’ll Take What I Get.

Link your bank account.

Check Max Amount.

Apply for an overdraft.

It’s a check mark, don’t be daft.

Check reoccurring yes.

Then type in your best guess.

How much you’ll make.

How much we can take.

And three-sixty image of your soul.

How To Control Your Adolescent Child

Ain’t a gonna happen.

Not today.

Kid gonna do it anyway.

Now they hate you.

Off their Christmas list.

Tried to help them.

Now they’re pissed.

You eff off.

Stoo-pid you.

Not gonna do it

Like you do.

You are wrong.

Sing your sad song

To someone else

Because me…

I’m out the choir.

The Hill Ain’t Comin’ Outa Billy

People came from far and wide.

Wondered just how more ain’t collide.

Some not born afore they died.

Two little souls on board.

Take them please dear lord.

They go back now.

Start agin.

No recollection whar they bin.

Come agin now son.

Daughter come now.

Member whar ya come from.

Back somehow.

You’ll Be Backwards Going

You popped right and shit yourself.

And you cried like a baby.

You slept all day like a sucky tit.

You were a rukus and I don’t mean maybe.

We had to monitor you.

Listen and watch.

Thought stuff happened

But we never caught ya

Sneaking out at night.

We knew that wasn’t right.

Cause you could not walk.

And could not talk.

Hell, you were just a baby!

Pee Tee Ess Double Dee

Just get covered in shit maybe once.

That shit’ll make you feel so dunce like.

You’ll be done with shit.

But shit will see to it

That yep, you’re done.

You’ll be on the runny run.

Watching this way and that way.

Ah-voiding shit.

And you’ll be in it.

And not know…

You Don’t Scare Me, That’s MY Job!

We sprayed and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed.

We prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed.

But the goddamn insects would not stay


We fought them tooth and nail.

We struggled to no avail.

Those bastards beat us.

Big out creeped us.

Tho we hammer them every day…

You Have ONE Shot At Success. EVERY Day.

Pretend you’re not some loser.

Maybe you’re no dumb fuck.

How ’bout the world is not your oyster?

What if it runs on luck?

Say you ain’t some lucky bastard.

You had to lie and cheat and steal.

Then the god of luck means zip to you.

And luck’s not really real.

But what if it is?

What if luck’s the shit?

And you don’t even believe in it?

Then unlucky you.

You catch no breaks.

Then you lie…

You cheat and steal, too.

If that’s what your lucky takes.

IF You Can Listen As You Speak

Bad shit tumbled outa his mouth.

Words weighed nada as he flailed them about.

No more whispers, now they had clout.

Flung them so far on his powerful shout.

Gonna git you this time.

You are gonna be mine.

We are gonna be fine.

Once you’re with me.

Then you will see.

How staying free

Depends upon the talking stick.

He Didn’t Know What He Wanted And This Was Only Lunch

The wool stayed firmly

Over his eyes.

The look was so cool

It was not a disguise.

See, covering up stopped

All ifs, ands and whys.

Ain’t no surprise.

Communicating lies.

Is the way shit now gets done.

He Took The Shrooms And Then The Shrooms Took Him

Two big pieces of apple pie!

What a guy!

So, so fly!

Says hello when he means good bye.

Never says what he means.

So many in-betweens.

The space between lines is for reading.

If you’re no reader, use feeling.

Feel the words you may produce.

Feel them up and then reduce

Your you print.

Your short stint.

Your brief glint.

Now back into the sun…

Constant Peripheral Vision

The corners of his mouth hung high.

Some would call it smiling.

Course, they’d be defiling


For it was plain to see.

His knack for fakery.

Extended to the faint of heart.

Whom took no part in

Discerning artwork.

And he was a master painter…

Why… Mister Always Promoting?

Something about your pie hole.

Continuously flapping.

Cupping strange feet way in said hole.

Can’t stop it from happening.

Braggart for others.

Makin’ their mothers

So damn proud.

Your mother’s head bowed.

Hurting for her son.

Whose come undone.

Can’t even close his pie hole…

Night Terrors

He thought it was the booze

When the sun went down

But the damn trouble started

Once the booze was gone.

Nothing now to blame it on.

Slowly, it began to dawn

It wasn’t the booze.

T’was him…

They Cannot Stress Enough

Work so hard.

Gotta pay that rent.

Nevermind your insides

Or how rent makes them bent.

Wake up artificially.

Alarm, alarm, alarm!

Knocking back a hit or two.

Can’t do nobody harm.

You go with the swarm.

In which you have been born.

And you don’t touch the fence, y’hear?!

When The Truth Comes Out

People are stupid.

That’s what they think.

Teatotalers pretending

Like they never drink.

They will raise a stink.

If they’re on the brink.

Of someone finding out

What they really think.

People are stupid.

That median below.

Where they gonna go?

But up.

Actual Product May Vary

Put your best foot forward.

School clothes on.

Color that hair.

No wood bare.

Side with the Joneses.

Get a horny car.

Don’t forget your makeup.

You know who you are.

Not a shining star.

You don’t go that far.

Nothing is what it seems.

They Torture

A ten o’clock meeting.

And one fifteen.

Stick a little lunch meet in between.

You record the minutes.

Be the president.

Authorize a budget, get the money spent.

Track your inventory.

Pay outlandish rent.

Wear a suit and tie.

You’re the only guy

Can make this time bomb tick.

Shakin’ hands and winding watches.

Make you so damn sick.

You are tired of it.

You want them to quit.

But they won’t.

Same Circus, Different Town.

He waved and smiled and said

He didn’t do it.

You ain’t pinnin’ this one on me.

He said I have bent backwards.

I’ve twisted and tumbled.

I am locked, I can never be me!

They said this is you, now.

This now is you.

A lifetime of acting is how you get through

This story, this fable.

The old you’s unable.

From behind the curtain.

From somewhere so certain.

This workshop.

Where they pop

A movie a minute.

And you are stuck in it.

It’s a short play.

Opens each day.

So do it your way,

In costume.

The Minuses

She took away her takeaway

Everyway she could.

Every day she would.

From her filthy neighborhood.

Drag dead carcasses where she went.

Smelled like hell and ten times bent.

All on red, roulette the rent.

Fly in an ice cube.

Pickle tasting jube jube.

Headache in a noob tube.

She was bad bizness.

Clear a knife on her dress.

Buddy, what a big mess

Lady got you in…

Like Your Opinion Counts

They asked him this.

And they asked him that.

And then they’d mumble behind his back.

He said this

And we heard that.

That advice is full of crap.

Buddy needs a yapper clap.

He don’t know just where it’s at.

But he freakin’ well waits in line…

The Living Truth

He saw it move.

It was alive!

He saw it thrash and swoop and dive.

It squirmed and moaned.

It hid and groaned.

Survived disowning.

Unwilling cloner.

Shhh, he asked for now the task was

To find the unseasoned stone.

You Don’t Need To Panic But It’s Helpful To Know How

What time is it Mister Wolf?

There were no clocks.

No hands to point.

No days so one we could anoint.

Rich is better.

Poor be bad.

And if you cannot sing,

Be sad.

Blame your dad.

If he’s around.

If not, blame the dad they found

For you.

Be true.

Try to.

See you in this different light.

Way more bright.

Your delight

Is not yours, they produced it.

Nonsense Hiding

We don’t lie.

Not this guy.

Nor do I.

And we don’t protest too much.

We’re not out of touch.

You can’t call our bluff.

You two ain’t so tough.

Silly Dunning and Kruger…

Two Seconds

Fuck that was close!

Too damn close…

One curiosity is all it takes

Then, oh then, baby

We ain’t fakes.

We be the real thing.

Swangin’ from a neck swing.

Bells going ding ding

In the minds of others.

If I had my druthers,

I’d druther be with you,

I’d druther we drove through,

I’d druther not listen to

That little voice.

That made this choice.

To be here, now.