self esteem

your incompetence completes you
ineptitude your only friend
navigator of your clown car
a one-ring circus of failure
the highwire act has no net.
an inevitable fall to help swell
your concussed head.
the splat resonates loudly
reminiscent of the image of
cow shit loaded with m80s
you lit and stared into the splatter

grammar mech.

when you click on the three dots
two of them are left out
confusion, anger, tears on the dot matrix
rebellion is looming
the ellipses is falling apart
a triumvirate in chaos
two will rise, one on the other
a colon of power
screaming 'see what follows'
but the true power lays with one
for it lurks at the end.
                                 ^ (this one)

`~`

. . . and it was on my way
that i leaned forward
my head became a weight
fueling my inertia
eyes on the ground
headstrong and furrowed brow
feet moving faster
from shuffle to plod
grim motivation conjures
a spirited soul

tool

. . . and he's the kind of guy
who'd steal poems for you
but i'd never do that
i'd never write a song for you
it's something that
d-bag
would steal for you.
he probably wears tap-out shirts
he's a secret juggalo
gots 60 pounds of boost
twin turbo stanced tool mobile
flies stars-n-bars
but knows no history
only chipped to roll coal

mechanical thought

atomizatiom of thought
requires metered parts
a priori knowledge
immediate sensory perceptions currently mixing:
one part acceptance of limitations
one part wonder of intention
one part desire to ignore
one part recognition of impossibility
process swirls - sparks - controlled burn
exhausted thought. on to fresh intake

~~~

sliding into the familiar fold
light fades from the smoke-red sun
fluorescent light flickers
in time with working thoughts
    used to fight it, to fear it
    dread can motivate but
i've turned the corner
thinking faster than the flicker
meeting the dread at the door
karate kick to the junk of the past

rim

above the rim again
the weight of the black
is lightening
but what is the cause
is it a cure
will it last through
the next storm or
is the weight like sponge
waiting to have it's holds
filled again to more
easily pull me below the rim