Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course

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Mean a Thing

The old fears

Dried up tears

Move up

Move out

All the changes happen

In specific time

And moments

We remove ourselves

To see the grand scheme

By it doesn’t mean a thing

When your heart is torn

A Tiny Heart

The size of an almond

With a personality the size

Of the room

Our small dog

Named Wilco

May have a small heart

But fills the room with love

When anyone walks in

Sweet little Wilco

March 24th

A great day to get out

My birthday is a day

To celebrate a new schools

Of voices rising up

In a dark time

So that in due time

We will have hope again

Such a coincidence

But on March 24th people rise

Up

To believe again

That we can all accomplish something

With the help is our fellow

Countrymen

A Hope for Past Future

Can the future be brighter

If the past is not reckoned

How to know where to go

If we do not understand

What we have done

My role in this nowness

Is key to the future

I have played my own role

Ambivalently

But with more passion we approach

The future

Spilled Milk on the Red Line

Spilled milk on the Red Line

Veins of white

Rush down the floor

“That ain’t mine”

The lady with two hats on yells

The man

Visibly exhausted with his head back

Is not one inch close to conscious

As the white pours through the isle

Pictures being snapped

A moment catches

The woman with the bike laughs

Late night Red Line

Public transportation

Strange spilled iterations

As the winds wind through

The tunnels

Below the streets

Of L.A.

Desperation of Desolation

The desperate times

Desperate measures

Come up with something good

A productive measure

In times worn thin

As the veil of light

Through the morning curtains

We have to continue to

Rely on food decisions

To set us right