“House of Cards”

Colluding, brooding…petulant

That’s where all my money went

Some was earned and all was spent

Snort the drug, forget the rent

Stimulants can’t always make you higher

Did work fast, but I was fired

Dealer victim to a wire

Fuzz got tipped and then conspired

2013 

Spiderman could never account for the World Wide Web
Yeah, Peter Parker’s boss is losing his patience with recent sales
And they caught him on video
Youtube video from a street-side cell phone
And now an independent study is deducting what neighborhood he’s from
From an excel chart of first-hand accounts
From women who are experts in body type and how men walk, spea
kFrom tabloid assumptions on bad-boy corruption
They’ll figure it out soon
Because Peter Parker’s boss is losing his patience with recent sale
sHe smells profit, off it…Don’t scoff it
The internet is a valuable tool 

2012

“2 bedroom, 1 ½ bath”

The virulent vixen
Sick of the kitchen
Watching her husband mow.
A turbulent bitchin' 
Stage fright during pissin'
He's not just an average Joe.
His clothes are endearing
Not many near him
She watches from the window.
Tired of sex bland
Wires at desk and
Watching the porn star blow.
They're not really liberal
Vote in the middle
Maybe they'll meet some swingers
Dog it does dribble
Fish it will nibble
And quibble for rings on their fingers.

2013

"Ancient Colors"

Decrepit prism,
Witticism...
How long will it last?
Cryptic wisdom,
Witticism...
We all need the past.

2013

“Nation Fate”

An inextricable bray

Beyond the clay

Adobe was here before stucco

A furtive fear

American beer

Not Tecate, but golly

We fucked 'em

Annexed the land

White sun-burnt hand

The curlicue Jew is still Eastern

Piñon at feet

Coyote wants meat

Ablution, one Comancheria night

Natives still here

But in this one year

No nation means no mean to fight

They stay alive

The tribe can still thrive

But they aren't Mexicans...

ALRIGHT?!

2013

There never was a doctor's office
That escaped the early traces
Of the symptoms worse than coughs and
escaped the forlorn faces.
There never was a doctor trained
Who escaped this early lesson
Of the symptoms worse than sprained
It's a part of their profession.
Death is that which binds us all
There's different ways encountered
Some in beds with family call
Or quickly , swiftly found hurt.
Grateful for each day, and after that the night
Even if the fates align, I'll still put up a fight.

2012

"Peripatetic" 

Is there a road that will never change?
Is it still hidden or is it marked plain?
Is it for certain to always be there
Or does the land someday melt into air?

Should we go find it and move somewhere else?
Should we go loudly or should we use stealth?
Should we stay there and move all our things
Or is that a problem for the challenge it brings?

2012