Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Immobile Commiseration

Immobile Commiseration

The wax bubbles
Washing away
My troubles
Making me forget,
This fucking hovel
No one is more
Deserving of shit
It’s not a lesson to be poor,
And to serve the rich
No reincarnation
No past life connotations
One life, one world, no nations
Only one stop at the station
Live that precious
Life with passion
And always be brazen
My life curling
In oily clouds,
My immobile
Feeling sabotaged
Revolution folding
Into commiseration
The subdued are due
Isn’t a substitute
Or a rebuke
To a economic dispute
Fickle, with no fortitude
The new world eludes
All but the multitudes
Crippled now
By, spooks and fools

Concrete Viruses

To the urbanites
The few leaves
Only shade
The concrete
And the breeze,
Carries rotten garbage
Madness slithers
Over my itching skin
Nihilism and viruses
Looking for a way in
For an orifice to infect
Wasting time, neglect
Time, oh this
Precious time
Trickling between
My careful fingers
Dazzled by these
Painted so uniformly

Monday, April 20, 2015

City Weeps

I tend to be, much more lost than found
The voices on the street are selfish songs
In addition, they sound all the same to me
Maintain, try to stay sane and on course
Weary, of the concrete, metal all around
I miss the flowers and the redwood trees
The death of NYC was a sad sight to see
I lived here when she bled out on the streets
Weeping in the city that never sleeps
Over, is the era of Brooklyn, now it's all about Queens

Keep Your Doom

Resist the nihilism
Slow your gluttony
Always study systems
Class war smells like bacon
Keep your doom, scumbag
Radical transformation looming
Find and maintain your human
Whatever the cost or loss
Study the cause of sabotage
Capitalism is a fucking wash
Everyday on trial
Everyone, in denial
For every lie revealed,
Another is lost
Infected by the spittle,
That you cough, gimme swath
I scoff at Nabokov and this
Sadness and sickness,
Just can’t keep it off me
Oppressed to desperation
By the bourgeoisie
While class war
Brews all around me
You may one day
Find yourself, soaring
But lose your connection
Strive to amass wealth, hording
Weapons, for personal protection
No more dystopia
And futures of woe
The future can be better,
Then it was before
Heart became bitter,
Always cold
Like its always winter,
Followed by storm clouds ‘n
Cold dinners
Shivering sleep
The owners deny us,
Happiness and health,
Today may hate you,
But perhaps, tomorrow,
Can be filled with love
Living like this Earth
Just ain’t good enough
Stop hoping sun,
Plant some seeds in the ground
Great leaders go and they come,

But we need you right now