Political Prozac

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Rattle on , on random rants 

Rats don’t make good conversation 

Lots of logs clog up the sink 

Dirt gets caught on plastic walls 

And his breath smells like acid 

And the dogs eats bricks 

I thought it strange 

For waste to turn into junk 

And for junk to turn into biodegradable white matter 

Why don’t they see it 

Political prozac 

And there used to be coke in coke 

Then again plenty of people 

Have coke alongside coke 

Then they freeze like  Disney 

Its a sad world 

Its a mad world 

And I try not to give a damn while rolling gangster dice 

Less words and lesser sounds 

Lots of cash and a lottery crush 

Broke up and broke 

Stroke hair and hope for not a stroke 

Oh well 

I wish you well 

Two poems about a telephone

1— In the dead of the night
A nightingale and a white rose
Die to create a red rose
In the dead of the night
Where the curtain of the heavens hold still their tongues
The moon does not remain silent
There is a boy
With a blue baloon goes down the streets at this time
Looking for a warm fire to save him
There is a black cat that the folk drive away as a bad omen
And the mrytle lies outside a friends door
Locked with gold
Sealed with suspicion
The boy finds the mrytle
And eats it
For the baloon wont fit in his mouth
He lets go of the bag of air
Into the greater bag of air
Running down the hill
While the baloon
Like the moon
Cannot stay silent

2— They say you can’t keep a good man down
But the saying is twisted , two faced and two sided
As all things are
Meaning infinite but limited possibilities
You can’t keep a good man down
You can barely take a good man up
You cannot tell them apart
Unless you are one or the other
Sticks and stones
Beach side foam
A little shade of annoyance or eyes sharp like a sliced knife inbetween the hard light
It does matter
No it does not
Does it ?
Does it ?
It does !
It does !
Listen !
Do not be easily moved
Do not be frightened or stunned by upfront openness or aggression
Do not be on gaurd of a man who speaks his mind
Even if its unpleasant
For he will not strike when your back is turned
Be on guard
For sweet tongues and frequent whispers
People who constantly assure you of themselves
And deep down you feel a matter unsolved,  untouched,  provoked but unfeeling
Be not a person easily moved or altered