U S of A

                1

it is semaphore gore

on and off the screen

the images pour

right before we've scene

along the lines of kitsch

bloody murder winth

more feelings than fish

flash upon the city plinth

we hath not unveiled

any evidence of the lost

we'll keep our eyes pealed

for the life you tossed

                2

civil servants are wont

to seek the praise unearned

i know of one who does not tote

the laud which is deserved

tis not the learner's duty

nor the books he reads

to keep interest in study

a teacher must plant the seeds

to start a farm

land is not a contemplation

there starts the ball of yarn

and begins the fruitful gestation

                3

palpable and forsooth

living without youth

without a truth

keeps open minds at bay

so praise be to the U S of A

most know not why to war we came

some submit taxes were to blame

others say land did the trick just the same

and now we confuse freedom with fame

not knowing how like this we became

so hoping to imbue

a bit of light to you

might not leave switches down

and light bulbs with peal sounds

~Dear Kiki. dear diary. dear death. near seth.

Reverence,

Digress.

Human Tragedy.

We've been wasting plastic

on

trying to remember what Pachelbel's Cannon

sounds like

right now

Penderecki is convincing me

that Ghosts are not the

scariest thing

in the world

but rather that

the idea of ghosts

instil more fear

than anything

else

in these forgotten halls

behind the peeling paint

lies the answers

of when

it all went wrong

how the 

horror did erupt in those early

hours

men engulfed in flames

only fit for science fiction

a city of 200,000 being forced

from homes

houses

and livings

what horror did erupt

that warranted the forever abandonment of

100 square kilometres 

now there sits

a city of ghosts

on the river of vestiges

that feeds the lake of tragedy

and when the winds are high

there is nobody to shut the door

nobody to fix the breakers;

nobody to close the window when

the snow falls

nobody

living

anymore

~It's common.

Fearfully,

Digress.

Days Go Past

painting portraits of loneliness
coming across miniature gems of distant memories

~We look stupid... hail to Alberto Ascari; a true demigod.

Hate,

Digress.

investments

there is nothing like
like finding a real love,
nothing like a real person to love you.
grasping the meaning of your own life
and sharing it with someone else.
i now know what real love is like,
only to be adjusted for inflation,
like nominal income is on paper,
like inflation brings down the income about
4%.
only with this love,
inflation is -4
and love is not an expenditure.
like the congress makes decisions,
the democrats rule this nation,
heaven forbid this realtionship goes to hell,
just as i know our country will.
the man in charge of my heart is nothing
nothing compared to our new idiot president.
his job, as is mine to not change me for i am
perfect
the
way
i
am.
but as this country fades into nothingness
and the whole world falls apart
i know that unlike the massiah
he will protect me and never change anything
things are the way they are
like the economy is in shambles
my heart has gained 3000%
the market may drop
but all the more reason to invest in love.