Rivers wind unnoticed
through the brown hills
and budding trees,
where dark, little birds
...
I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder
cause I do what I’m told to do.
My government would never lie,
so I do what I’m told to do.
...
Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.
...
I woke up this morning
to a glimpse of delicate blue sky
through gray cover.
Wonderful!
...
evenings the bums sat around
talking the poetry of life
dirty blue-fringed words
hands cracked cold before the fire
...
We cannot stop the bullet train.
It speeds along on tracks ordained.
Through fire of day
and fog of night
...
I walk down marble halls
that echo nothing genuine
Birds scream in attics
Women blacken their eyelids
...
all things beautiful
must someday die
said the wind
with a sigh
...
A butterfly was trapped
on the inside of my window.
It flittered about
not finding anyway out.
...