without windows

when we were nobody

mazzy was the star that fell

 

i walked the shore

salton sea

and adored

its devastation

 

recent drought

reason to drain

devastation in refrain

 

“the beard” and the bible belt

michael mcclure was dealt

imagination

stirred stagnation

 

if my words go unheard

will there be peace in my time?

misunderstood rhymes

never asked for understanding

 

that not withstanding

a mind is a terrible thing to waste

on the limitations of your haste

 

your cut and paste can only cut

prefabricated images are not art

finish lines are where i start

to realize there is so much more

 

if i must paint still life

give me an apple core

on an empty table

in an empty room

without windows to see

the reason the river

empties into the sea

 

did i mention the intention

is to crack your cranium

and liberate

not to carry the weight

 

atlas shrugged for a reason

 

spinning worlds and changing seasons

and we weave what we witness

into an allegation of treason  

 

putting on trail the mind

that can’t coalesce with the collective

 

simply use the word perspective

among those who are selective

and think shoegazing is a crime

and each and every rhyme

will be dissected

 

i do not need the approval

of your purchasing power

her “rhymes of an hour”

will keep me from a rimbaud season

and let me linger

in loose fitting fabric

that clothes the fashion of my mind

 

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