No Matter

There was a crushing blow to my mind as it smashed against the walls
Released from cranial bondage and bled dry, it can breathe again
The grey matter slowly dries and flakes away to become lofty
Carried upon airwaves and free to roam
Clearly no matter now, I can think
Thoughts shared and remember, forgotten and thought of again
No matter
What?

Porn

What!? You were caught watching porn by your wife?
Yes.
What kind of porn were you watching?
Granny porn.
Granny porn?
Yeah...granny porn. I was watching granny porn to prepare me for the days to come.
Oh, I see...Was she mad?
Only that she feels she's not old enough for me now.

Breathe The Briny

Motion of red to blue on homeward bound bridges
Across water and air I breathe the briny
Thirsty, dry and imprisoned by roads limited in direction
I breathe the briny
Responsibility of family, country and man
I breathe the briny
For insecurity, adventure, freedom, life and death
I breathe the briny

Beautiful Noise

Applauds please for the multitasking
That's right I'm listening to you while the green music flows to my ears
The voice of your day to the sound of melody is fine
Wait... I'm wanted by another who craves attention, so I listen
No pretty song from this one
It's a sad, sad opera filled with tragedy and whoa
I laugh as the story unfolds to reveal a joke played on us all
The player is not amused....Seriously!
Too many a sympathy needed when all around them joy, a indifferent noise so beautiful

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

I saw a leprechaun today with no pot of gold
A tiny little fellow who was poor and old
I asked him, "What's up?" and he didn't reply
He sparked up a doobie and let out a sigh
He passed it over, a gesture so kind
I gladly partake in the releasing of mind
We sit together in silence, all mellow with grace
I turn to look into the little guy's face
His eyes are blood shot, squinted and green
He smiles and points at a beautiful scene
The bar has opened, the one we sat near
With a big sign reading "Come Get FREE Beer!"
Without hesitation the leprechaun shouts, "Happy Saint Patrick's Day! I'm buyin' first round! The end of the rainbow has just been found!"

The Long Man

Out run the shadow cast ahead as the haze blocks out the sun
It's gone now, the light
Not all of it, just that which separates you from dark
Dull illumination fills the air and the long man is scattered into oblivion
Cold, damp and somewhat lost while waiting , wanting the sun to shine
Looking for the long man to bring you warmth

Mow No More

Green lines mark the predictable life
The machine moans within the confined yard and burns the refined leftovers of beasts once greater than ourselves
Cuts the lawn of captivity into submission
Short, docile and domesticated
Like the man, the family man, the civilized man emasculated by what he created
Dreams of a better life cut dreams of happiness
Blade against blade
Rows within borders are make believe stories from childhood when we were controlled by hands stronger than ourselves
But now we're muscular and know our heart and mind enough to break the fingers of the oppressive hand and go our own way