What comes to mind

While reading headlines.

Good riddance.

Where is what?

Oh no.

The WORLD has lost its mind.

How sad,

Go figure.

Lincoln told bawdy jokes?

Ellen isn't cheap,

How dare you Mr. President.

No wonder.

How did anyone allow that,

50 times?

Tornadoes are not 

God's spinning wrath

You GOP twat.

Good for her,

I already know,

I don't want to know. 

WHY.

Okay. 

Go sisters, do it your way.

Good riddance to DADT 

Once again.

Noooooooooooooo

A thousand times

I can't take it

So I have stopped reading the news.

I can't handle 

The state of the union anymore

...Until next time.

Put me on

Screams and shouts may knock you out

But murmurs do excite you

Cut up into wares and wastes blending in the wake

Bleeding in the day

Boys on the walls stare in anguish

Trapped in a frame and glazed over in printed death

Begging for another chance to be remembered

As more than a photograph 

Take a picture it'll last longer

6 seconds too long 6 seconds too late

We spill and fill over and under

Hell welcomes you in the icy wastes

'The warrior-poet has passed on' and we make way

For a weaker state

of mind slow the pace

yet I don't know how and 

I can't wait

Spin Cycle

Another lost soul

Looks for a place in the world 

Brother sock is gone. 

Will I be

Take another drag of life in a cigarette

and dream

I've felt a burning fever all my life 

And if I stop to breathe I suffocate 

Ageless in wrinkled Time

Eaten Alive.

In a climate

run rampant with obscenity we cannot do

What the beats did and break a mold of etiquette 

Where there now is none.

Yet to return to manners completely would be 

A blaspheme of Kerouac and of Ginsberg and 

Especially Carr.
Their war, the second of the world
Second only to the world
Their war, their words tearing up
Nash and these real enemies, because
"The Fascists are HERE!"
in their structures we die
Untuck your shirt and
Save my life. 

So where to, in this madness obscene jungle

Utterly the same?

Nothing seems capable of shocking any more,

So I will jab at light sockets until it jars us awake

Different people come in and 

Replace the same, drop a bomb

Drop a name

Yet all are perpetually offended by any offhand thing,

A manic society of hypocritical imps 

Who don't deserve a last hurrah.

Locked in school shackles I am determined not to be

And to live rather than to already be dead, or die instantly.

Wrath shakes the page 

Shouldn't stir us awake

Break the spine

Break the circle

Break my heart 

As long as you make it a good one.

The heart of it is

I become manic

When I love it all

And yet not a soul

Ce n'est pas un poème.

I am the disruption 

Break the chain love

Tied in knots like

We don't care.

We do.

Sees it in your eyes

And on your tongue

Wants to taste it, know

Where you're from and

What you're going to

Break me if that's the case

It has happened and I know

It will happen again

But I will be carried away with you

If we both so desire

We sense it and we know

But fear to speak it for

Rejection or

Lack of a better word.

So adrift are we that

Wait for moments that never come 

This is why we must break the chain

Ourselves and make fools instead

Because it is better than not knowing

A missed opportunity 

Do not waste

Time and pick ye rosebuds 

Before they wilt and whither away

Like so many hopes and grandiose 

dreams of mine

Lines gone by like dust and sand

Against the grains 

I am the wind yet

Someone must ground me

The earth that I love

Will push back and say

"Why why why"

Why does anyone do anything?

Because I love.