Recall each stumble

and gaff without shame since they

helped make you better 

Scarred hearts that once beat 

so bravely now pensively

pump in abject fear 

Rattle and rumble 

down the road in the junker 

of a life you've made 

We dogs get kicked when 

those above have a bad day

or are merely mean 

TL DR: this

is yet another tirade 

on current events 

No tyger burning 

bright today, just a toothless 

whelp, to Blake's chagrin 

These small victories 

delight, but are too tiny

to hang a hat on  

The smoke from your burnt 

offerings makes you gag, but

still no answers come 

Inevitable 

is the passage from seed to 

seed and back again 

Priceless lives taken

for prize-less lies to bury 

those who who won't back down 

Slough off your thin skin 

like a snake and let the sun

burn away all fear  

Sun strikes the water's 

surface making dancing jewels 

of fire before me 

The morning glory 

chokes the sunflower in its

pursuit of pure light 

Bilious bluster

fans flames for the fans calling

for bloody revenge 

An adagio 

for us in B flat minor 

gives the sad account  

Lost lambs found dozing 

among the lions tell tales 

of forgotten love  

Coiled around your neck

like Kaa, his Kaleidoscope 

eyes engulf your soul 

Cracked mirrors reflect 

a fractured reality 

where nothing is real 

Cacophonous crows

call their meeting to order,

a murder gathered 

Starve for your art or 

be ground to corporate meat for

your master's next meal 

Fool's gold fakes out the 

witless so pirate pyrite 

like its the real deal 

The piddling crowd shouts

half-hearted hurrays to the 

mad syphilitic king 

Smash all your jaded 

idols green with envy as

shards blind jealously 

Enjoy these quiet 

moments before they come to

kick in your front door 

Mental levees can't 

hold back the endless flood of

roaring pointless words 

Soft summer sounds give

way to howling winds shaking 

tree limbs and rafters 

Half-written stories 

and paint dried in their tubes was

his sad epitaph 

Sirens, charybdis,
and Scylla have returned to

haunt the modern world 

There is no sound, no

color, no fury, only 

a vast empty plain 

Ramble and roll down

that road running on empty 

hitting all the ruts