base instinct always dive on in at the drive-in long lost passion pit
Rules of engagement 2am dive bar last call Desperate timeline
Ignoring the once golden rule Feel they're the anointed few Appointed to sputter and spew Self aggrandizing gold accolades Holier than thou power plays Keeping all that believe them afraid A populace wholly betrayed When the people who make the laws Don't bother to follow their rules
First came the corn sweat Now wildfire violet sunsets Air of disaster
when we try to stand seems like some rich pukes want to make us kneel and beg for the honor of paying them for the trash they're selling
I lift myself up Defrag my brain with haiku Stand what comes my way
they say in person he has his charm, but only if you stand up wind
For years Red believed Wandered on the wilderness A seekers mission
The goal he was sold The elusive spondulix Prosperity gold
Then Red realized All that glitters ain't gold, so Red leaves pilgramage
a long spelling trek spell pilgrimage correctly stumbles on the way
Abundance above Dammed by greed to overflow Trickle dance below
Recreating a 1970's Saturday night Having pizza and Heineken Left me as foggy this morning As the wildfire smoke outside Smells like 1980's Los Angeles air
If it wasn't for misperception I'd have no perception at all
What started as a run on sentence Begat this unholy scat
things that used to make me blush even while I was in such a rush only then wanting them to hush telling people to shush up after reaching out to touch trying to grasp a whole bunch many hours before for lunch until I heard that nasty crunch a terrible accident as such sent me reeling without punctuation on this river of verbiage ramblation unable to deliver with punch so Ill fake it into cush make it look like planned adverse while I sit here on my tush
Today Things on public display That might or might not Make us blush Would probably have Given our ancestors The vapors Real or feigned
grinning ear to ear signalling another night of special mischief
takes reflected light on my retina to draw you in my memory
yet my most cherished recollections of you were played out in the dark
media cover of louts constant twittering has zero value
A distant memory When I was very young At bedtime my mother and I Would kneel at my bedside We would say a nightly prayer It went like this:
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Should I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Nice little sediment. Face to face with my mortality On a nightly basis before dreamland. From two to maybe seven Don't recall when it began Don't recall when it ended Wonder why I was a shy kid With the Grim Reaper Always hovering near Sweet dreams Petey.
A Scroll Threw Life 