On Target

Fast food, fast cars, in a rush to go nowhere
The mainstream memes that stunt reality.
And the stupid screaming kids that never learned to say "please"
Run recklessly around without saying "excuse me."

Maybe I'm a stiff
A walking corpse of time forgotten.
I smile through the brooding.
"Nothing's wrong."
It's all wrong.

Grey Frost

I hold the answer, found today,
that the world will end in boring grey,
the slush and bland of old decay,
where fire and ice each gave their way.

They've lost their luster, frost and burn.
Their virtues cave and rue the day.
The fight will end in weak concession,
and tasteless blend will lack sweet tension.

So when you ask of fire and ice:
Choose one to hold at any price.
Keep tension alive in these forces of prime!
Do not let greyness take over your time.

Thundersnow.

Despite the heat

The white flakes fall

Traffic stands still

A torrent of wind

Flings it hard

Horizontal.

The insipid monster

Lumbers across

The horizon.

It suck up

All color,

Darkness and light.

It won’t let me

Feel warm

Feel cold.

It wails too loud

To hear

Anything else.