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
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
Take me in night
Into your bitter cold
Biting hold
In the eve of a light
Find me thirsting for tomorrow
Tonight
Alright
Holding the reigns of time
That tomorrow brings
Flying eyes of the night
All on hand
And ready for tomorrow’s light
A forgotten wagon
An old school bus
What we throw away
It falls back on us
With no weight but
Known
That the metals sitting
Rusting
Well past the end date
Forgotten wagon
Will be torn down
As mother nature
Will surely
Confiscate
The exhaust
We inhale
Becomes a part of the
Molecules
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
Some days
I feel as if I can break
Fragile and easy
Others
Are more broken
From the get go
Getting along
Gone
So the ebbs and flows
Go
Growing up
Growing old
We learn the right way
Wrong way to
Don’t hold too tight
Or the cold can get you
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
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
Combinations
Of stars colliding
Light
Detail fish
Swimming in the ocean
Holding on hope
While in a moving motion
The notion
That a fish
Or feeder
Will live completed
A detail fish swims by
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
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