A Short Collection of Mindless Ramblings (Poetry)

Home Field Advantage

Break out
Like a zit on
The face of apathy
Shake off
The chains that bind
Set your mind free
Beep, beep
Traffic shouting
People bowing to
The demon of indifference.
Chain-link fences
House the dirty masses
As they stumble into mass
And vomit on the carpet
Disgusting.
They broke the facade
With a haymaker swing
From the ring of poverty
Home Field Advantage.

Wet Heavy Words

Out in the cold,
There's words left unspoken
They clutter the street
And torture the broken
They catch on the streetlights
And soak up the rain
Stuck to my shoes
They weigh down my feet
Slower and slower
I march to a dying beat.

We Are All Things At Once

We are all things at once
The human race, a bunch.
A bushel of grape-people
Leaping frog people
Princes, all
And Princesses, too.
The Homeless and Degraded
The Sickly Shaded Masses
We are all things at once
We are thieves,
Rouges with prettier clothes
And dust and dirt and lime
We are all the time.
Unholy, and mortal
Gritty blood-oil in our veins
We are disgusting.
Seemingly beautiful
A shelf full of painted pots
Brimming with ash
And Crashing Waves.
We are all things at once.