when happiness is wane
life lacking luster
drinking makes a merry heart

an unsympathetic life
sanity is tested
drinking hides stress

sleeping in
feeling crappy
from night before

red shot eyes
glassy eyed
heads for work

weary, dull headache
drags along
feeling tatty, hung over

On a day much like any other day
the morning sun was returned on time,
a brightly summered tuesday morn
acurately warm, with a breeze sublime.

Streetlights have been back on schedule for hours
courteously using the yellow before the red-light,
comparitively, no evidence remained
of the rude, practice drills, creating havoc all night!

Eightly a.m. and most all was quiet
a suffocating deafness liltly lingered in the air;
night's canopy removed her dank, darkness,
then left her humming, silently of desert despair.

Meet me in a neon city,
Brought against your will,
A strange new reality,
Humanity gone,
Replaced by some sinister plot,
A dark machine at the head of it all,
So struggle to be free,
Struggle for me,
I might not last,
They line up poets like me,
And shoot us down in the street,
To clear the way for their new society,
You will be free,
Trust me,
Step inside the dark machine,
Tear it apart for me.

"Yankee..Hotel..Foxtrot"

sizzle they come
the jealous hearts
firing salvos

black smear envy exploding
in beautific cordite bloom

Nose cone eye
unblinking
guiding beneath my seat

This azure night as still
as a ships bottle battle

the skin flank hissing
the afterburner churning

and yet how my heart
holds its heat seeking
love for thee

hurtle on morning sweet as
a cherubs smile
we shall wreak death at midnight
fitter sleek machine