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,

Embittering

My immobile

Hallucinations

Everywhere

Feeling sabotaged

Revolution folding

Into commiseration

The subdued are due

Revolution

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

Illusionary

Possibilities
Painted so uniformly

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

Perpetual

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