PMPope

Not one damn person stands to offer A ride or a fine 'how do you do?' Out on the stretches  Of those long and lonesome  desert highways Young and rangy  Not yet a tattooed canvas And not quite any longer  A multi-colored, spiky haired punk Not that you could tell (from a passing vehicle) Wrapped in an Army Navy store field jacket Black, of course, my leather  with hand painted longhorn skull Long since abandoned to storage Or some ex-girlfriend's domestic care Wouldn't do me any good anyway The heat of crossing a desert alone And on foot equivalent, at least to my urban mindframe, to walking across a lake of glass on fire And inside of a microwave oven I'm going to give y'all  the benefit of the doubt It was the  80s on the cusp of the 90s And maybe you didn't have your internet  set up right, at that time.... So you couldn't see the injustice The complete uncaring, The disregard for your fellow human being Be he (or she) white, black, brown, yell...

 A bit of liquid Falling from the silver ceiling  Grab your hoses  & breathing tubes Helpless at the merest whim Of a whimpering, cock-eyed whip-or-will  Threading saturation through this new decay Running counter clockwise around   the color wheel 

Unless those days were shortened,  no flesh would be saved; but for the elect’s sake  those days will be shortened  Moving between points of time  Without strapping a rocket to this frail frame  the reality, however; is through that glass darkly  breaking through the gauze of sunsets, concertos, prismatic visuals,  forgotten refrains, moments, hours, seconds (stretching),  the rails of trains,...  though dared through quarantine  with the world watching and waiting  the light to fade  an attempt would be fatal to any human time is an illusion; it is relative  all plastered out  spread eagle  embroidered into this four-dimensional fabric of space-time  tear it down  rip it out  FSU  burn it to hell  the ashes return to Earth  ever so slightly younger than  their identical twins that remain  OR to travel wormholes between the fibers in the blanket of time  while ...

This is a space where the old meets the new this road we traveled daily in hopes of finding ourselves we wave and smile and say nice things 'hey! how are y'all?'  'it's a lovely day!'  but somebody is opportunity minded  Writing it into contracts  serve it up as scripts  online  if you could see what I see  you'd know my eye  is true  you know my heart  yet still you ask  what it is, in my eye  a piece of music?  a leg of poem ?  ripped from hot summer asphalt  the time we both  went to our respective homes  at the same time  bored to tears  with all the mo-not-o-ny  of our non-corporate adventures Speed is the beat of the heart which is beauty too fast or at least faster than the paper production process 24 for 7 is pretty fast considering that 90 is too fast Where 70 is regular sending electronic mating...

Feasting on Both (Fast Food & Organic) Freedom & Liberty Fed on a steady diet Of river rats lashed together On rafts moaning to escape Persecution by dictator  & political factions 'Give me your poor... Yearning to breathe free...' Peopled by the under-appreciated Cast out as slaves by their own Kings & rulers 'We saved our last monies For passage to America...' America is paradise for the persecuted This stronghold of democracy Why is it As Americans, when we visit Other countries, We notice what they DON'T have? "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" They come HERE! Everybody & everything We have it all Wall-to-wall I doubt whether 99% Of the world would allow Their country to be populated In a manner so thusly inspired As if some dream...

Against the Grain At times in our lives When everything spirals Out of control & beyond any semblance There seems a gnawing, nagging dread Egging us on It is alright to call me later on I am not in a bad mood simply typing with my voice while we're talking yes, audiocontrol I'm putting the words into the device hopefully the words will turn into something to help help people to defeat the negativity wow, they're going through the hardships of life The words in my room in my room and im pretty weird but true the word my room my room spirals and embraces old old also phone phone old home, who would hear it ? we know who Who would share it ? moon doom aurora massacre who would find Scrambling in front of them, know inside of them, sew them in so, Not let them go, Wh...