Poetry

Cannonball

Reality is a cannonball Crashing through your safe house Knocking you off your fat couch Smashing your zombie drool TV Fucking up the entitled comfort It rips your previous privacy apart Not giving a fuck about your opinion Explosive round of self examination Privilege punks protesting privilege Sore losers rally chapped asses Booing and spewing…

Rustbelt Happy Hour Blues

That barroom didn’t like us Not it’s cheap vinyl floor Or tacky poor trashy decor It’s worn wooden stools creaked As we bellied up brewskis bought Shots of well whiskey burnt down Old time jukebox crystal clear Country crooners and doo wop Mean mugging motherfuckers Staring like statues of old Greece Blue collar heroes broken…

The Valley

Archetypes emasculate time honored hope Spitting corrosive venom hot The rusted towers of industry weep Lay offs, pay offs, fuck off Smokestack silence louder than bombs Unionized unemployment strengthens Glory days passed down like mythology A Bruce Springsteen blue collar lullaby Gentrified curses terrorize generations Corporate blight covers gritty truth Slipping mickeys to consumers Taking…

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Gentrified hope faded when they push the color out Businessmen bury old by building clout Open shut deals land taken for trendy gold Safety means white and black means night Poor pushed beyond the pale Uptown, Midtown, and all around for sale Valley girl TV voices replace ghetto slang Fixed gear lifestyles organically priced The…

Burning Away

Destructive systems punish the generations While outside the world turns epically slowly Grinding down the hearts of any who love free Political ideals become the fuel for change While revolutionaries are labeled crazy Suit wearing white men are trusted by distrusting fools The system is broke but still kept for lack of better terms Excuses…

War

When guns fire loud The world divides One side cheers The other jeers Both wave flags For or against Patriots of difference No one is safe from opinions That’s the rub, man Just a real big pissing contest But in this one people die Mothers lose sons and daughters Wives lose husbands Husbands lose wives…

Hell

Hell is place just next door The burning beds of suburbia White washed fear mongers Patriotic pencil pushers Racist redneck scoundrels Hell is a place down the street Heroin veined child’s play Playground shooting range Candle light vigil litter box Graffiti church door locked Hell is a place forgotten Under overpasses zoom Alley head giving…

Elected Chaos

Electoral factual frustration Polarized reality TV nation Trump card steaming dump Political pundit breast pump Youth passion feeling the Bern Entitled culture toss and turn Circle jerk circus debate Blue state, red state, masturbate Voting booth pride and prejudice Realities ignorance is bliss Broken ones victim guns Street sweepers, cell sleepers Terror fearful passes masses…

American Dreams

It’s undeniable exhausted death Underlying truth grey unknown Truth tellers, pew yellers, cast spellers Suit lapel flag promise breakers talk Voting booth rotten tooth hopeful America, America, God shaved his beard Devil wants, taunts, fancy restaurants Lobster tails, rabbit trails, tall tales Jesus only son, machine gun glory Mexican border cartels cheap hotels Heroin soaked,…

That We Smiled in the Dark

So I asked, foolishly, what was ahead I needed to steady the wheel. There’s a storm a brewin’, you see Insurmountable crests that are meant for man nor beast Times when the least left to offer will be the most I have to give Broke down A spanked vision will speak wonders Beautiful attempts pre-failure…

Glory Days

I was listening to Springsteen’s song “Glory Days” It occurred to me why I never loved that song It is because while I have good memories Fun stories about wild days My life is moving forward People come and go through my arms Friends and family captured in photographs Written down in journals Remembered but…

Unconditional Love

Unconditional love Is often quite conditional Inside our selectively gracious hearts We withhold due to traditions and fears Loving sinners but not the sin Yet we choose the sins we love to hate We hate the sins we can’t overcome The ones we deny any knowledge of The ones we refuse to face Our self…