I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi