CARBON 13

I believe That Every beautiful thing Is composed of sadness Like the pressures Placed upon carbon Under the dirty breast Of the earth To combine pressure and heat Much like experience To form a Diamond Or a Soul ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

BROTHERS

Where is my brother I’ve had so many others All crawled out From different mothers But where is my brother Two different fathers The same mother A whole bunch of Sisters All with different mothers Or fathers But where is my brother Why am I still here Wishing And hoping That maybe one day We…

BROKEN

The bones broken Grind together A constant reminder That I am still alive Deep down inside Where the soul does hide From the pain And the realities Of what is coming to me Injuries gathered Like the mileage On old abandoned cars Rusting corpses Of motivation and purpose Tossed aside Deep inside Where the soul…

BOOM PLAUGE

I want my America back The one I Along with Everyone Was promised Back when we were young Before the Boomers Came in for the final death blow Killing a dream ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

BLIND

Another doctor’s appointment Today I go see the guy about my eyes I try not to worry too much about it But that drifting right eye keeps dying I try not to think What blind will mean Not seeing anything anymore A total world Of dark regret How long Before i forget What things looked…

3 LINES OF TEN

If I could only have A little Time In a bottle Then like a fine wine I would uncork the bottle To release you Just like you are in my memories Of you and me Back before Time Ran out of the bottle for us If only the song would play forever So sweetly Something…

Greasy and sleazy Goddamn It’s so easy Why can’t you be A little more complicated Why not sit back and get A little more opiated We can get intimately acquainted We can be happily augmented Let’s dance stoned together In the dichotomy Of our emotional ether And look baby I really want you To really…

MY 10 COMMANDMENTS OF POETRY

1. It don’t matter what it meant when I wrote it; what does it mean to you. 2. Never force the poem, never deny the poem 3. Be wary of cliques and groups. Artists are fucking weird. 4. There is no such thing as writer’s block. That’s just processing time. Refer to rule #2 5.…

ENTROPY

Entropy is where hope floats in the ether of dreaming are answers to questions unasked Solutions that would drive madness to your brink of self supposed consciousness Moral compass twisted in strange currents of magnetic electric eldritch appeal Two handfuls of copper hammered into the earth to try and stay grounded while synapse misfire launch-buttons…

DOING BUSINESS

“The begging and pleading Don’t mean nothing To me Ya gotta understand This is just business And business is good” The heavy slap of his fist Into a smart mouth Me getting change for a dollar The OldMan stuffing the junkie Into a dryer “Ya got my money now motherfucker?” …heard behind the closed doors…

A DAUGHTER DONE GROWN UP

A DAUGHTER DONE GROWN UP My little girl Is growing up Yesterday Her blankets Were BatMan and Robin Today Her room Looks like A young woman’s apartment Everything in its place All the childhood things Put away in keepsake boxes Under the bed. I miss the Wolverine poster That anchored one side of your room…

NOUN

His name is now a noun In his own head He’s been busy So very busy Reading his own press Been writing the stories for you to tell You tell them so very well Look at how his head swells Look at him drunk again On stage Stumble bum through the words And everyone Applauds…