Untitled treasure

In a chemical wasteland

Can I even understand

A land

That goes well beyond

My own years

My own tears

Made up

Makeup

Destroyed

Untitled treasure

No way to measure

With a single hand

Head up fingers down

Pressing button sound

Keeping it rolling

One more time

One more rhyme

Or beat

Or anything really

Just keep it rolling

On down the street

Vibe right

Vibe left

What is left

When the vibe is gone

All night long

Heard in a song

Vibe right

By my side

I know a determined experience

I have lived it

In my own right

What I know

What I have done

Focus helps keep

A narrow drive

To harness energy

For one’s side

A determined experience in this life

Just working hard

And hoping to do it right

Undesirable

Is understandably

Underwhelming

Unlikely to find others

Wanting of such numbers

Aberrant arranged

Veered off and strange

Undesirable and Aberrant

Is where we are today

I am not sure

Nor am I aware

We are off our course

Where we head now

I am scared

I seem to have a ceaseless stomach

Tonight

Crazing

Craving

For anything

Tonight

Settle down

Go to bed

Lay awake instead

Stomach growling

For something new

But rest

No need for butters

Or seeds

Fly away rather

Into a dream

Can a wooden blade

Chop down a tree

Struggle with it’s own

Humanity

Can what is made

Be used to destroy

Even though it is not made

Of stronger alloy

A wooden blade

Can carve out a forest

But only if the blade is not too porous

What we can learn from a wooden blade

What forest could we have saved?