Mushroom subways

Run back to the mushroom kingdom my comfort seeking champignons
where the brain twangs and re-circuits itself random I mean
Sanity cake off the bald walk
Instruction muck around, what's your secret wow?

Certain fungus tower above the rest my world of skin and skull
My biped trotter's of globes of cities of neighborhoods of parks
of dreams from hospital beds because cities tread on you
Yes biped many vicious corners where plans and plots and drugs are divided

... consumed fumed and allowed to spread doom

certain fungus like me
under arm spores
forever foreign
Muck around instructions getting lost in my own galaxy

Getting found there and turned around to the planets
where I excelled by single celled gladness

Pushing through the globe trotting buttons their half developed spores
and the stinking mildew that surrounds them
their conversation twangs the brain and...
Their insanity cake makes the bald walk

Oh widow widow

In a windowless room the lady comes of age
still tilting undeveloped emotions
still tapping that hopscotch chalk across the board
fantasies of abroad

Oh widow widow
Not many visit you these days
Even death skips far from your doorstep
Just you and god, lady life's a rotten hammer

A screen where you watch yourself repeat
Life's a shrine for worry sweat heart
A celebration of heartbreak
And with countable scars you'll put them to shame

Some will still join you down the river of bitterness though petal
excuses falling like rain, slow minutes and agonizing hours lady

George makes a meal of my poetry

Poetry that sweet syrup caller, that narcotic for the teetotaler
Oh words that bring fantasy and force the world to collide with dreams
That we may ignore the ill will and create rhyme to please
If it were not for poetry, what would become of me?

Proposals from the critics reign,
 new modern ways of enabling the healthy status quo to become even more voracious than former periods of sponsored mediocrity!

By goodness I think you've done it cat. Yes you have, it's a deadly six stanza bonanza of well conveyed prose. The profoundest of which only few can feel or even know.

Thanks dear George Miehle
Faith wouldn't mean as much without you

Many tentacles spoil the broth

In the floating vessel that a school is
Some had not the mind to see what was obvious
And some had not the patience not the gut for people
The distracted, me included were eight legs running...
blindly toward underwater lava

I could not see the shape of the coral
he could not see it's color thus...
we made a pact to help each other
The squid and the octopus

Though the contract was signed on the water with our ink
and lasted as long as a pirate's drink
Though we'd both cover the leaks with tentacles
so that the floating ship wouldn't sink

The slippery track

Rain paints the tarmac
balding tyres struggle to grip onto it
arms slightly rotate to meet the curves
to take the necessary swerves

Mind numbing rain hitting the windshield
as if it were your very own eyes
Travel secretly steals your energy
so after the distance a strange exhaustion hugs you

Down the slippery track toward the next town
in the direction of tomorrow
toward next week
marriage
retirement(a strange exhaustion hugs you)
death

Your life aint a cigarette

The smoke exchange through the lungs it flows
The ember life force, down it goes as it glows
and out with the smoke it blows

Are you that ember trying to make it to the gutter
just to be discarded like a cigarette butt
crackling in conflict, burning through success
hardly keeping spark through the sadness and stress

Is that what life is just a small fire?
Does it burnt out when you're sick of retired?
look into the flames see your face in the embers
If your life was one year how'd you deal with December?

The sun i see this morning

Sun I see you walk into the morning
that bear all glow shameless and proud
Only refusing us when it clouds
But don't let it cloud today

Run through on your almost autumn angles
follow me to work
dry the weeks old useless thoughts
warm me through and through

Hey play that song again

Hey play the song again
The big video clip of your life
hey play the illusion again
You be the celebrity

Building that tiny opinion
as romantic myths are crushed
Tidy progress measured by your peers
take a chance or just conform, tell them how it is or blush

Popularity is a recipe
The ingredients aren't always delicious
and the food it makes is often unhealthy

House party with serbians

Hey I couldn't guess your accents but you all look happy
Ready to party here in Brazil, but you arrived too late for the carnival
Oh I guess you'll still be able to simulate it down town
You all know how to smoke and you look like the free ones

Bathe in this sunlight and be mistaken for eastern Europeans
and for angry people
But these apartments will keep you cheery and safe
until you get off to your Brazilian party which they can do better than sushi

You're all here to celebrate but right now I've got to teach
So get out there and share opinions like your rosy cheeks for kissing each other
And those few of you that are Croatians just don't get them going
Tunnels full of Forro bars go there to drink and exaggerate, Serb it up

Use your broken English to navigate this tropical house
Your language will keep them guessing
Your clothes and gestures too
If you get lost somewhere across town as easy as the sun goes down

Don't panic, enjoy the scenery

Run like morning

Past the parked cars
stumble back to sleep
back to acquiring the sandman's dust
No the sky is such a pale blue that screams for you to wake

It screams your clothes off
and makes you run naked down dawn's street
your shame makes you run back behind the parked cars
but you may never cover anything up

The window into success has wide grin curtains of designers
Their living the dream some versatile species of satisfaction
that moves from face to face to taste what they are tasting,
to feel what they are feeling, to think their thoughts

Shame is not allowed in the pale blue
And flames of glory burn by courage
thus to mold you
To design the designer

Slaves to Euphoria

Led by the light
Simple whims simply won
Sub angels praising hyperactive spending
negotiating to pay the high prices of the novelties

Wallets open without a brainwave crashing on the shores of their reason
They now shackled by debt and shortsightedness
Life's curiosities get taken for granted
And most become slaves to euphoria

The day to day burden of debt
The slow forgetting of ambition's departure
The candy wrapper nation floating in the wind
in the queues and social woes

Me oh my how excited we become
to touch that new plastic screen and plug it in
The street drains are clogged and rain waters enter houses
but access to the newest technology eludes me to some imaginary future

One where the mess is up to the windows outside my home
but I'll clean it up later
One where my debt is up to repossession of my valuables
but I'll pay for that stuff later