THE DOG TREMBLING

The dog trembled always Maybe separated too young Maybe feral and beaten one time too many one time too long left uncertain instincts all in riot a natural trust for people bruised and broken by experience ©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

PROPHETS AND WITCH DOCTORS

She says She has visions Sees things That no one else Can see She knows All the names Of all the angels Seroquel Abillify Depakote Thorazine Lithium The witch doctors say She is bi-polar Manic-depressive Rapid cycle Schizophrenic They have All the solutions In little yellow bottles Seroquel Abillify Depakote Thorazine Lithium ©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

GETTING RICH (a dogs story)

“One these days I’m gonna get rich from playing the lottery But for now I’m counting up my money One penny after another Put them all together now I got three dollar enough for 40oz amber bottle of pleasure and maybe a cheap cigar” he would holler chest stuck out full of Johnny Courage and…

DEPRESSION

Broken. Weak. Defeated. Worthless. Cripple. I don’t think I can survive it again. I’ve grown too soft in all the wrong spots. I don’t think I got it in me to get strong enough again. I don’t have that much hurt left in me. The streets scare me these days everything scares me Meaningless Nothing…

CARTOONS

I was real young 6 maybe 7 Watching Hannah-Barbara cartoons It was after Thundar the Barbarian With his magical sun sword But before Captain Caveman Would come on You had the Super Friends All the DC heroes Right there On black and white TV I would mess With the rabbit ears And coat hanger Twist…

ROLLER COASTER

Back and forth these emotions flow riding along on currents of tears how I wish I could be more like you so sure and confident nothing ever bothering you Novocain heart and cocaine eyes how I wish I could be more like you looking at the world through distant glass lives tumbled beneath you like…

OPEN LETTER TO ANY WHO WILL LISTEN

  See there is a whole other AMERICA   that lies beneath the surface.   everybody likes to talk about it; act as if they know about it;   they like to say what’s wrong with it they like to breed dissent within it; keep us fighting amongst ourselves never looking at what’s going on…

HOMETOWN SPUN

Children Eyes hollowed out dark spots Absent of hope just hunger And The anger Smoldering Right there Beneath where The soul used to be Scraped raw Scarped raw and broken Like the bottom Of the dirty pipe scraped for one more hit of luck Mercy comes after the Learning of swinging lashing belts Fists full…