Writing in form

Has to stay in function

Underground water

Tapped dysfunction

I tap my own resources

Short and few

Writing

I hope

I make it through

Feel the steel

In the air

In the water

Byproducts

Running through the veins

Underground

Sound the steel

See the light

Burning on the shores

A desire to go back

Backfired

While the steel mills

Burn

All night long

We have done something

Wrong

While your young

Pursue your dreams

While you are young

Why is this

What does it mean

How can it be

That as we age

We can not accomplish anything

While we are young

So youth implies dreams

Age implies death

Our own cultural symbols

Abolished as we went

So “go while you are young”

Some say

But rather

Go old and young

Both together

Can pursue dreams

Accomplish things

Even though people say these lofty words

And it doesn’t mean a thing

The steel notebook

Full of nondescript poems

Powered by sea foam

And purchased in time

The steel notebook

Has no rules or outcomes

Held on the corners

The steel notebook can fall

Back into my hands

Don’t wear

The thought badge

Out

When you can speak

Your mind

Don’t keep quiet

And hope thoughts

Will

Save

The World

Quiver to succeed

But never give up

Holding up the reigns

Filling up the cup

The hum of the pig

Flying down the highway

On a rainy Tuesday

Headed out of town

An illegal badge

Hungover road

As we set our hearts anew

Ratty and marked

These measures are

Progress can be eyed

In the beholder

Of none

Holding up hope

While being torn down

By one

A steam engine rallies

While the iron industry looms

Lake nights

In the second room

Pattern convulsion

On the seat of my pants

Holding on tight

With the palm of my hands

If I had a wish

I would wish away

All the troubles of the world

Today

Pattern convulsion

Up in the sky

The clouds scattered

Like a bursting star

At midnight

Pattern and prose

All I know

These words

Take me where

I want to go

Get ready for the hot juice

Coming down the walls

Of the only world we know

Embrace

For a new face of irony

Leaders

No more role models

To be had

When the hot juice

Flies from the supreme robin

In the air

No one cares

They just prefer

To point

And stare