An Ill-Fated Truck

Explain the copper wires

Running through my head

The hum of an ill-fated truck

Rumbles distant from my bed

I notice a neat and tenous

Stretch of thought

Running through my veins

Too educated to unite

To high up to rise

These are the excuses we all devise

As the old truck hums

In the distance

Maybe It Was Me

Hope in barriers

Invested in fragile dreams

I put it where the loathing

Belonged

Where corruption

Runs vital

All day long

Maybe it was our own hope

Vested in bad avenues

Me and you

Are to blame to

We need to unite again

Remember

We have the power

We have the strength

To come together

And put our energy

Where it matters

In each other

 

Return Enter

Escape the fray

Sprawling traffic

On sun baked streets

Of LA

Oceanside

With loaded garbage pales

On my mind

Outside the loop

Unsaid training stations

Headed west for

Western libations

Return enter

To the western end

Sip of coffee

LA blend

On the ocean beauty

Return to the feeling

Soothing

Hourglass Test

Would you care to explain

Why the wind blows

Why the clouds rain

In times of trouble

In times of success

Sometimes the simplest of words

Helps to explain it the best

The world will dredge on

Day after day

Enjoy the moments

Take one to play

I can’t explain

What I don’t understand

Why even bother

When life falls through

Like the hourglass full of sand