sharing the lion’s den

in this wild prisonthat we cling with our livesand share with a predatory beast;an armed idiot stalking the rimfor a type of survivalin the form of a crownthe only thinghe seems able to grasp i must be candidi must be a candidfriend candid to make sure he sees my lines;mark what trees and cornerswith whatever …

What do I know about being Mark Twain?

Stay in character until the end of the storyAnd when the adventure is doneOnly then, look back . © lyw

cooked or raw

our rock stars replaced by chefs our anthems cooked into consumable pieces the recipe for the Beatles become nostalgic indulgence no longer any power to pump the pulse of our human culture so divided in carefully fermented samples watch Asia follow after the peak of our middle-class while more of our doors close; walls planned …

automotive plant

when a motor-vehicle plant is no longer moving anything but the virus of an ever-faltering step and its drones have already abandoned its queen, for richer cement grounds watch how those bright dandelions push their heads right through the concrete and get back to work filling what we abandon, growing where we only saw death …

educate me

never been a fan of graded writing don’t dumb down my readability or teach me to actively confuse simplicity with stupidity small words with less meaning and that the big ones are too expensive it ain’t true if something takes a little more effort to read simply because it needs, or should, need a kiss, …

a new working hero

a real one, too, not some screen or paperback fiction lazy-ass symbol, emoji or icon but a breathing, time-sensitive, warm-blooded real kind of legend to shine on that one and simple direction the return to the true hero’s path to follow after death lest we continue to spin our wheels against the sky, continue to …

meditation can be creepy (intermission #1)

in this stillness, a room behind my eyes no doors, no windows, no light all my senses removed why wouldn’t i be afraid? where I cannot see or know if this room presses in on me or abandons me to a void; or if there is anybody else in here with me …. this room …