POG

I am


Therefore

I breathe

Therefore

I question

Why the realities of life
Seem
crumpled up pieces of paper
dejected bottom rung rejects
burning in barrels



I am

Therefore

I breathe

Therefore

I write

Fireworks smoky, red bright kites finding
Illuminous pathways to panacea


I am

Therefore

I breathe

Therefore

I reach

Into the veins of life
Vaporized by visceral vicissitudes
Into vivid vim

Light the match of my life
A flame flickers
Orange


And I, like plain prices of life, rise rise rise
Moods like bombs drop drop drop
An Economy a horse halt to a stop
Radio waves wink commercialized doo wops
Mali mali flip flops
Priced putrid cheap
whos gonna mop
Up the sandal scandal slop
The veteran, bearded, limping pop
Who knows the badfare of welfare and headache nightmare
Of certain turned chasms gapingly unfair

He was black, not a solid square
Mold, not molding or melting to any berate belting
pelting His dignity out the open window
of by me where
I sit on the adjacent ledge
Stare at the sashaying clouds
Feeling a funk in favonian design

I can only imagine
All the people living life in peace
and THAT is the problem
(that are asked if we CAN imagine, dare we imagine world peace running smooth like a pageant)
and so, the (truth, empowerment, belief) pushed aside:
remains the root of the rotting tree of lies
that we can only imagine peace, not work toward it piece by piece

so so so, so what?
well this mentality
Makes me despise
Every assuaging disguise
Fed to me, chalkboarded to me, engraved in me, stared at me

Monster under my bed: complacency
-- silent acquiescence whose roar is a stealth snore

Dragon in my closet: ignorance
-- hangin’ up to cloak depth, awareness to detail

Rotting here
In a sweat shop shirt
From another ambulance shredding my
Brain like a white piece of paper
Rotting here
Rolled over one side of my heart molds
An opening let in cool, clammy atmosphere
Gray fuzzy fungi fester-appears
And I fear fear fear
These words go from

Clouds to pavement
Splish splash drizzle drips
Do puddles
Muddling thru fact and fiction
Don’t like dramatic diction

Life
Beyond conflagrating conflict friction
Is fiction
If we believe that

All we are saying is give peace a chance
But if we don’t believe it has a chance
Then theres no chance itll get that chance

give choice a chance
brain halves parted
heart bloated, farted, carted
into clarity, lucidity like spring air
Midwest morning dew atmosf-air

Open minds open air
Do not despair, you tell me with a concerned stare
I step back from the tide you wash up on my shore
I implore the heavens


I question

therefore

I write

therefore

I breathe

therefore

I am