ON: Getting A New Phone

Like starting a new life
A blank canvass
Choosing who lives and
Who dies
In your 1st world tyranny

The chosen
Who are born again
Within the new kingdom
Will have ever longing life
Within the realm of
Phone owner’s life



I used to love to write
All day, all night
Posting my discoveries
Along a web
World wide
So that even outer space
Could see

One day a shear of fear
Snipped that web
Buried the discoveries
Fearing that
Someone would steal them from me
So i Stopped

Hid the discoveries
In books and tomes
Charging fees for a right to see them
But the thrill wasn’t the same
Americans don’t read books
Especially those composed of poetry
Spoken from
An unwealthy unknown

But the people most like me do
So i restrung the web
Posting my discoveries
So even outer space could see
Beacons for those searching for
An inner me


My first jay back
In about a month
Haze clears my mind
Returning memories
Clarity forgot

Like the time
You introduced me to love
When we crafted laughter
And all the mistakes
We made
Throughout the way
That led to this present day

Obsessed with who’s right
Frowning at the thought of you
And learning to love hate

180 degrees
This journey we travled
Soles flopping in the wind
Becoming undone

Positively Hellish


Spoke to a lady yesterday
A real positive thinker
Trying to console me
She told me
“You are right where
You are supposed to be”

Her console i reject
Because i’m living in hell
Been here for years and
Gonna die here soon
Would’ve burnt up already
Years ago but
my aura was just too chill

i don’t belong here
Never have
i’ve committed no crime
To warrant this sentence

But i guess being poor
In a land where
Capital is equivalent to holiness
Thus makes me a villain
A devil resigned to be
Mocked and held in captivity
Along with all the other demons

Sitting here in the dark
Plotting, brooding
Lamenting over my financial mortality
Which could fade in an instant
Akin to a single flame against a gust of wind

Unable to find employment
Unable to create a product to sell
Alone i sit in this decrepit cell
Paralyzed by powerlessness
Waiting to die
Mamon shows my soul no mercy

But maybe
My last hope
Like a single spark in the dark
Before i lay down to sleep
If i say my prayers and
I’ll wake to free health care and
Financial stability

Mushroom Pizza

These mushrooms i purchased
Out of greed
Are making a bitch out of me
All i have to do is chop em
In little pieces and
Place em on a pizza

But i just CANT
Mushrooms are too much for me
Texture just don’t feel right
And the taste!
But maybe…

If i dig down deep
Summon the will power
i can do it
“Nah man”
Another voice inside me counsels
“Don’t punish yourself”
“Just say no”

“No need to be a hero”
But the other me
(s)He still wants to try
(s)He never submits easily
My kind of guy
Do or die
And so i continue to ponder

Becoming the hero i need to be
Slicing, dicing, toasting the mushrooms
Dinner is served at last
Hey whaddya know
Not so bad

For Here or To Go?

i was never one
To eat at five star restaurants
Can barely afford the meal
Let alone the tip

Servers and i
We exist in the same poverty bracket
Yet i’m not good enough
To break bread at their tables
You tell me
In a privileged way

“Cant tip stay home”
Assuming i have a home to go to
True, You work for slave wages
So why don’t You rebel
Organize and strike back?

Guess it’s just easier for You
For me to pay Your bills
As opposed to rebelling against
A corrupt practice
Even workers at Mcdonalds
Fought for $15
So why can’t You?

If shoes were reversed
You wouldn’t want it that way
How i know?

i give You extra spicy sauce and
Napkins with Your order
But i don’t see an extra dime
Only the bare minimum

Just another shitty day
Welcome to Taco Bell
How may i take your order


One of the sexiest things
To me
A woman
Fully clothed
Head to toe
In gi

Black belt, white belt
To me its all the same
Tai Chi, Muay Thai
Any style is fair game

im just a ruroni on a quest
Welcoming all comers
Can we kick it?
Cross knuckles and
Form a new tribe?