Too late

Old man in a green shirt
about to die
panting on the sidewalk
leans against a utility pole
holy shit he’s about to collapse from the sun beating on his tv fried/newspaper blasted mind
hands trembling on his fake handmade walking stick
makes eye contact with me through work’s window
grimaces
glares
a perfect dirt filled hate-machine
trucker’s hat
SAVE AMERICA
it pleads
this man’s soul was crushed long ago
tries to rip away “end gun violence” flyer from its home
struggles
spits
sputters
on the way…
somewhere

Nightmare party

Without diamond slippers
you’re just another whore
at four past midnight
my 3am thoughts of you
dawning in my dreams
bring blackest night
carnival-esque spectrum strobe lights 
and then you were gone in the awakening terror of it all

Strawberry Julius Chocolate and vanilla assimilation systematic art funk imitation fruit flavored ice cream explosion only way to fight…