2.4583 : 11/19/17 : The Skew

Fix the skew

and square the corners

though if I let it all collapse

think there'd

be no mourners

Still can't fathom

What the hell's the play here

just trying to

make ends meet

and stay clear

what

2.4582 : 11/18/17 : The Boys

Let the boys play

get out of the way

and I will try

for a quick decay

to the resting state

what

2.4581 : 11/17/17 : Churn

Everything changes

but is it just churn

object or purpose

destination or return

and my own little transit

through the greater mess

does it matter how I feel

is it worth calling my distress?

what

2.4580 : 11/16/17 : Book Coal

Book coal because God help me

it's still a commodity

Anybody left upstream

won't we be an oddity

So smart and so dumb

in strangely staggered measures

such equal parts obsessed with

and oblivious to our treasures

the rich are all nobodies

the thin edge of the wedge

the most obtuse ideology

dumb enough to call it a hedge

while the same damn sickle

mowed them all down alike

burned the dirtiest vein of coal

to build an electric bike.

what

2.4579 : 11/15/17 : Bounce

Just want to

spitball a couple

big new ideas

and bounce

quick fucking up

get stinking rich

lose about

a quarter ounce

maybe get

real spiritual

happy poor

and tripping balls

all make believe

sure I'll be working

and bouncing

right off all the walls

what

2.4578 : 11/14/17 : Subsumed

How deep am I subsumed

in this mess devised

or maybe accreted

of flotsam comprised

well past mere backtrack

have to forge a trail

already packed to the corners

sure a sad travail

nice word maybe

a little on the nose

lost in the weeds

the words the prose

like to find a new angle

but for now for here

it's a matter of momentum

and not much to steer

what

2.4577 : 11/13/17 : Found

If I could get found

like the sheep I am

where would I get put

long last of the I am

Would you put me in a pen

or out to pasture

Will I graze grateful

On till my last year

What do I want

adventure? or content

how do I really feel?

like a bag of wet cement

what

2.4576 : 11/12/17 : Trip

Trip tripping again

lost my place

with a pen

So it happens

sometimes

these aren't sins

these aren't crimes

Oh who am I

trying to convince

and what the hell am

I trying to call

evidence

what