32 on 32

32 on 32

Bottom of the cup

The ball rolled

Into an ironic



Or stranger than that

Holding on to my golf hat

I scratched my head

Did that the number revealed


32 on

The last day of 32



Was the way

It played out

On a sunny Saturday

Cold grass

Bent under my feet

As I walked off the course

That day



Fist Harbor

The harbor of fists

Of anger and resentment

Lies just off the coast

Of fulfillment

But when so close

Not to touch

Resentment grows

Rather than a hunch

Linger in the harbor

With the depths of blue and purple

Linger more

Linger ore

Impound Personality

Impound personality

Strong and observed

Held me up

With a steel nerve

Hoping up

But mostly let down

Impounded personality

Takes my own desires

Just beyond the ground

A Forgotten​ Wagon

A forgotten wagon

An old school bus

What we throw away

It falls back on us

With no weight but


That the metals sitting


Well past the end date

Forgotten wagon

Will be torn down

As mother nature

Will surely


Oral Carbon

The exhaust

We inhale

Becomes a part of the


Of our being

Consumed in quantities

Large and unseen

Carbon emitted from the streets

Of fire and burning

Of the eyes I see

The carbon lung

Please Lower the Cart

Lower the cart

So I can fit in my belongings

Holding hope

Heading west

With a soul so longing

What cannot fit

Can not be moved

All the rest

Will be forgotten

And smoothed

With time and separation

One day away

A new days vacation

Upon the cart out loved collections

Up the street

And beyond the intersection


Push the Pen

If I don’t who will

Take the medicine

By swallowing the pill

Up late

And down early

Push the pen

Just over 30

Mistakes don’t exist

In this little of the blip

I don’t promote

I don’t bloat

I just push the pen

Late into the night


Of stars colliding


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