Bumpy folds
Where I go
When the night is long
And the days are slow
Over the crest of the
Starched shirts
Is a new day
Waiting to start
Bumpy Folds
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Howl Unto the Day
Howl into the day
The ones who complain
The most
Have the most jagged teeth
For biting and losing
Their minds
Howling late into the night
When I am sleeping off
The time
Overwhelmed
Overwhelmed
Intimidated
Frustrated
Confused
These are the words
Dominating the news
I read
And I am ready for
Something new
Language Flaws
I have discovered language flaws
A pool above ground
Is still a soundly referred to pool
Where a full pool under the land
Is a pool as well
This seems injust
Wrong
Language is flawed
I knew this all along
Hotel Chains
Hotel chains
Where we go to sleep
Chain the hotels
When we go easy
Or we go late
Hotel chains
Are trying to make changes
With plastics and disposables
I know though
That the hotel chains are changing
The Lineup
Art in place
Hold the rat race
When the lineup is announced
With brims of smiles
Waiting to come out
Whether you make the list
Or are cut
The point of art is to
Create mastery forms of gut
Knock the Apocolypse
Knock the apocalypse
With one hand outstretched
Reaching back with
A little further to wrench
Can we ask a Apocolypse to
Postpone
Some crazy hopes of tomorrow
Unknown
I just wanted to ask
If we understand the matter
At hand
Party Weight
When the good of the party
Outweighs the good of the country
What have we done
Me the creator
Me the enabler
I run from the words
That cast truth in
This day
It’s up to me
And you
Gathered Nights
Take it to the home
Of the light on the top
The rare bloom of birds
Singing in the morning breeze
Sets the tone
For an easy night scene
Critic Stare
Critic stare
With certain vision
Free me now
From my own prison
Of words and defeat
Before I meet the road
I am supposed to be on
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