Delete Loan

Delete the loan

A deleted loan

From a deleted user

Credit card decline

Repeat abuser

A loan

A card

Two blades of grass

Cut from the yard

No bank knows

Where the money goes

So it goes

On and on

Fat Consensus​

Fat Consensus

Polluted senses

Decreased ascendence

From the ordinary

To the extraordinary

In a days work

Or in a moment of reflection

Hoping now

To rise up

In an ascension

Fat consensus

Leave us with deluded minds

Some wishing to go back

In time

Franchise Virus

The franchise virus

Growing from the roots

Of a dead cypress

Cold pressed nightmares

Held up by titans

Each man has a turn

To flame the words

Caught up on the wings

Of drunken birds

By night

And by day

What the naysayers say

Is the franchise lies

Being manufactured day

And night

I, the Unpleasant Peasant

I, the unpleasant peasant

Making my songs and words

Ringing out notes

Two flights of a bird

Have notes and words

Making hope up as I go

When the world tries

To hold down

The ones that need to go

What I know

As unpleasantries go

A poor writer

Such as I

Only knows

The Critical Crown

Critical crown

Lifted up

From the ground

Every single person

From the top down

Cried when we watched

How it came to

A heap on the ground

Unusual as it had been

To see the wickedness of many sins

Compiled into the critical crown

Lying on the dusty ground

Pebble of Power

Upon the discovery of power

People change

They plan rearrange

They insist on more

Rather than less

Have no hope of giving

In times of distress

How can a pebble of power

Turn into a stone

Cold

Heart

Patient Representative Producer

Patient representative

Subtle glow

Only make changes happen

When it’s something that they know

Maybe we need impatience

Persistence

To do away with the old

And in with the new

Producers see the light

And see it through

Straying from the oath often

And never too soon

Avocado Tone

Avocado tone

Smooth and buttery

Upon satisfaction

The center disposed with

Lackluster

Care

In a Whole Foods

In a store in Williamsburg

On my way into town

Smooth tones

In smooth stores

Chicago CST

Chicago CST

Central Standard

I keep on planning

To make my way

To the Windy City

Last the cornfield to the north

Passes

Before the lake approaches

A feeling

Of lost but

Not stolen

Chicago

On my mind

As I head that way

New Year’s Sky

New Years Sky

New York City

Bustling streets

Everyday dreams

On the streets

Lifted up to

Empire high

Ever upwards

And continually so

Feeling the New Years glow