Yea, that’s a fucking excellent idea

If
Americans
put
half as much
attention
into
Americas
actual problems
as this
Sesame Steet Grover
nonesense,
we
the people
might actually
be headed
somewhere,
but
America
you never cease to amaze me.

Better Tomorrows

When
every
little
thing
is
on
your mind,

nothing
of
value
really
comes
to
mind,

like
twittling
two
thumbs,
sometimes
nothing
days

make for better tomorrows.

Try

Most days
all we can do
is try,
try without motive
without reason
but with trust
in ourselves
that tomorrow
is another day
to try.

Commute

Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.

Pudding

The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.

Broken Men, Broken Women

Good men

Are broken

By broken women

Born of broken mothers

By broken fathers

Who’ve broken

Good women

Life is good.

Driving

through

the falling

Louisiana

Texas

Arizona

skies

and life

right now

is larger

than any

self

delusion

brought on

by sorrowful

routine,

life

right now

is good.

 

Life awake.

Dream,

nobody is stopping

you

from dreaming,

just

remember

who

to blame

when

the dream dies

and

life

goes on,

like it always does.

Yesterdays sadness today.

The day
is cold
and rainy,

the walls
smell
of paint,

a hint
of death
lingers,

my pockets
are
running dry,

control
is
a state of mind,

right now
I’m
out of it,

I bought
flowers
to liven up the room,

they
help
some,

today is
a soggy
mess,

as for
tomorrow
we will see.

The point
is,
that we will see tomorrow.

Foreign Language.

Slithering

slurring

sound,

that I can not understand,

reminds me,

how little I know,

how truly little I am.

And that

for lack of better words,

we
are
the
same.