poem – Liferaft in the Abyss

Californiaflaky

It’s like…. An apple pie with a crust so flaky That you eat very little of it. They’re nice folks, some have nothing under their crust. Or ugly things…. I’ve never been to Warsaw ghetty, I’d swear I saw the gestapo tearing down tents Herding their dwellers into camps…. Oh, I’ve seen filth lying inContinue reading “Californiaflaky”

I don’t follow, I do this….

Fear, what is there to fear? Don’t do this and go to Hell, Or Naughty Naughty, Don’t enjoy that dick! You’ll be spanked and sent to Hell! I do this, I don’t care. I mean, are you even relevant? I mean I suck Fear’s dick every morning, So who’s the fuck are you? Why, I’llContinue reading “I don’t follow, I do this….”

A trapped rat

I admit that I’m not the most intelligent of rats. I’m trapped in this trap. Though it didn’t kill me, My nightmare is that I will never escape.

Death on 9th Street

“San Diego, CA., Most Beautiful City In America.” Grieving, candles burning the streets. Someone died here. Two days ago, A tent neighborhood was here, ‘luxuary’ apartments towering above. And the neighborhood is gone.

To Do List

Write Read Walk…. to create worlds and then go to them My feet crushes alabaster snow In foothills, where dear shoot men for dinner At the summit the orgies can last for eternity. But I have nothing to read they torched all the libraries. So I read the graffiti on the walls. I walked toContinue reading “To Do List”

Airport 992

I ride buses to get to work, to visit friends. I ride the 992 to get to work, But more often I desire to jump on a plane and fly home. Here, black are seemingly always poor and of lower class. I’m only here to make money, Only be abused.

Don’t look back….

Soulmates, allies or enemies: They all look alike under the skin And carry no visible weapons. Don’t like being unevenly yoked, I pull myself. The attraction is real, but I pretend they are not there. I’ve been here before and I don’t want to play anymore. All I want is the exit door.

(pop)

I was high above themountainswhen I heardthe(*pop*). I threw outmy Mercedes,andMy jeweledRolex And still Iwentdown. I didn’t want tofreeze upthere, So I threwoutsome more. Over theside, over desertsI dumpedmy furs. I landed inOcean. I couldn’t swim,letting goMy ego,and felt…. Buoyant.

A Old Thing

Billion of years ago,A thing crawled froman ocean,Because there wasnothing leftfor it to eat. It ate everythingon the beach,then crawledintoa nearby forrest And ate,and ate,eventhetinyfurrybrownthings goteaten, Until the landsbecamea desert. With nothingleft,It crawledupAmountain,Diedandbecameextinct….

I don’t….

I don’t believe in Jesus, even he were real I will not follow him, Or his sisters and brothers. They’re just evil, even when wearing a dress. Ditto for heaven and hell. But I do have faith In myself, And the goodness found in humanity and a mystery called the afterlife.