hands down,
drop down
and the
let-go follow.

wind blown
returns and
the soul
turns hollow.

color warms
before burn,
until grey
days swallow.

forest floor,
crush absorbs;
not many
more tomorrows.

esoteric demerits,
handed out by
those that inherit,
finite judgements
that single out
the embarrassed;
forcing a pin
on them like a
scarlet letter that
screams “wear it!”
a medal that
hangs out as rarest;
no clamoring for
honoree to permit
they share it,
its a wonder why
they even bare it…

Ghost checks made
by a 5K renegade —
crypto gets him paid,
promises get you played;
mass media naiveté,
treasury under raid,
to build back better
a ballroom bunker arcade,
where high fash serves
reflectin pool kool-aid;
Nero’s violin holds sway,
populace sharpens blade;
it’s all American made.

undulating cool,
waterway soothe;
solace on the move,
withdrew in blue.

your silhouette met regret,
standing over emptiness;
keeping a dark depth,
a long standing shadow illness.

out the darkness crept,
going well beyond its breadth;
a contagion unchecked,
infecting hosts in their stillness.

a fate met in intercept,
sickness blackens bated breath;
out the shadow leapt,
deepening deathly darkness.

out of control console,
every button takes it’s toll;
pressed into service,
pressed to cajole —
lit up, no longer doing
what it’s been told.

madness manifold —
well beyond threshold,
flesh warped
as mind loses hold;
remove the blindfold,
you’re controlled by
an out of control console.

on the road
with the dead beats;
skeletal remains
and cut up poetry.

desolation
and a radio god,
a mad howl
dismembers
the human highway.

Sal Paradise lost
while ghost women
line bleaker streets,
’49 Hudson
hauling the corpse
of America’s retreat.

thumbs up Jack
straddles double
line —
drive right
through him
or conform to
Moriarty’s mind.

city lights
read dead ahead;
drunken doorways
scream out
funeral jazz —
spontaneous specters
from a world
gone mad.