here's your tie, sir

here's your tie, sir, lookin' great, no why i would never lie, sir, please try sir, to stick to the script we inflict on the old do or die, sir

here’s your endless war like an open sore that keeps pussin while we’re fussin with our credit scores

here’s your executive call, here’s your border wall, here’s your plate stacked tall with all that falls on more than casinos and shopping malls 

here’s your best intentions, failed to mention monkey-wrenches in passive aggressive short quotable sentences

here’s your no nonsense, non-PC, not for nothing but nothing much ‘cause only this much nothing comes for free, so screw democracy, chew hypocrasy like scenery and win an oscar for your media monopoly, your national debt, your imminent threat, your business demeanor scheming to deport dreamers, scream so you loud you don’t have to mean it but don’t forget to place your bet, ‘cause we may be lucky enough to live just to live to regret, not so ready, not so set, but tell me are we great again yet

What Are You Waiting For?

We’re all stumbling around 

With fish hooks in our mouths 

And lines to the sky tangled up in the cloud 

We’re all looking away 

Perpetually longing for something just out of sight

We wait for and wonder what could, what should, what just might 

Happen...like something amazing I guess

It might happen...something amazing I guess

Calisthenics

Even my imaginary heroes have all died
Even my closest friends have all lied
While the world spins madly on without me
And yet I wonder if I've been left behind
Or simply spared?

Wherever I Go (Version 2)

Wherever I go

Gotta take myself along 

With all the baggage that I 

Can carry on 

Wherever I stay 

I can’t stay for long 

I’ll stay up all night 

Waiting for the dawn, then I’m gone 

Whenever I think 

I’ve got this world figured out 

There’s always one more thing 

To hang me upside down 

So whenever I speak 

My fears will shout 

Over every intentioned vowel

And consonant, in a constant howl 

No matter the place or time 

I can’t escape my mind 

Or my past as a shadow 

All I can hear is an echo-o-o

As I grow older I find 

There’s never a good and proper time 

Never enough, never just right, never a clear-cut sign

And a change of scene 

May mean a whole mess of things 

But you can’t ever leave yourself behind