Blurring the Lines Between

Blurring the lines between

Psychopathy and normal

Business practice

Real talk inside the whitewashed

Walls of modern supply lines.

Broken Arms and Strait

Broken arms and strait-

Jackets waving the quick white

Wipes of sanity

In clear lines of distinction

That can be broadly applied.

I Walked by the Room

I walked by the room

And there were the shoes

Like my grandson would wear,

And I thought there must have been

An overdose on this floor.

Riding the Ruts

Riding the ruts

On the road less traveled slipping

Through mud on two wheels

Kicking up rooster tails

And powering around the turns.

Dumbphobia

In a world filled with

Dumbphobia, stupid people

Need loving too.

“I hate stupid people,”

The mantra of stupid people.

Every Time I Jump

Every time I jump,

The Earth rises to keep my feet

From leaving ground.

That’s why I don’t play basketball,

And that’s why I can’t dunk.

With My New Service

With my new service

You can be a badass

Superhero legend.

Just a small down payment

And a few in-ap purchases.

Winter’s People Confined

Winter’s people confined

In shadow brackets passing

Over the ruts.

The idyllic landscape

Of a life tucked between white trees.

Think of the Innocent

Think of the innocent

Snow angels destroyed by the

Snarl of tire tracks.

How dare you live a real life

In a winter’s greeting card.

The Full Belly and

The full belly and

Fart firework days leading

Up to New Year’s Eve

Bringing out the big guns

The form of cabbage and cornbread.