Grinding teeth or gears 

the world continues to lurch 

forward, crushing all 

Let me get back to 

that dream so rudely ripped from

me by the dawn's roar 

 Hey dog, dig that dog 

digging, a dog that digs and

digs, digging digging 

The street sweeper's blues

gets washed away each morning 

like so much debris 

Under a street light 

sits someone with a thousand 

faces watching you 

Hearts and minds aren't  

so easily bought when lies

cannot be swallowed 

Hope so dangerous 

swings between ecstasy and 

darkness unto night 

The dead vine still clings

and the worm, split in two, lives

on, growing again 

Tribulations come 

skipping gleefully towards us

arms stretched out widely 

Stretch and groan but keep 

going on and on reaching 

for the sky til dawn 

Capitulate to 

capitalistic desire 

for useless objects 

Twisted history 

turns murder to martyrdom  

for modern payoffs

Ghosts of the keepers

of the stolen land remain 

to admonish us 

Bereft of belief 

except in the almighty 

dollar you pray to 

Last legs swept under,

lost at sea, to become tides' 

eternal plaything 

The mist won't clear but 

instead only deepens and 

forces blind entry 

These voiceless cries from 

the motherless children still 

carry and condemn 

Informational

blitzkrieg short circuits the facts 

sowing confusion 

Beatific despite 

the bruises you walk through mobs 

who taunt and threaten 

My dog sniffs a pee

spot in the snow like a sleuth 

with a vital clue 

Temperate winds can't hide 

the smell of smoke and burning 

flesh from overseas