Absurd but Free

Walk the line

Toe the shore

Play with high hopes

Play once more

In words

In poems

In a odd fashion

I grow them

Absurd but free

That is what I hope

To be

A Beaming Grin

Spread so thin

My weak pale skin

Feels the burning sun

Ripping my bones

To the floor

Burden on my chest

Should we cancel it all

Put it to rest

Here we go

With little known

Make profit so we can show

All the skeptics the value of good

Or just let go

Let the piranhas win

Eat my flesh

Tear off my skin

Keep the capitalists happy

With a beaming grin


The Next Frontier

What comes next

I’m ready

For what is around the corner

Bring the post-internet revolution

Empty pockets

With great indifference

Hold on

Changing seas are raging ahead

Where the frontier of the future

Will bring

Hold hope



What makes money now

Will not later

What made money yesterday

Will not today

What will the future bring

Uncertainty and anger

But certainly, opportunity