Monday, September 12, 2016


art is everywhere, and nowhere.
in the eyes of the beholder, or not.
there are no positives, 
only negatives with a twist.

and those shakedowns,
those audacious shakedowns!
they call it a test, 
but we know better, and
we crawl in our holes and pull
our holes in after us.

they want to kill us, you know, all of us.
pull us out of our holes;
stomp the hell out of us,
and tell us they're saving us.

but we know better, don't we?
they just want to kill us, all of us.
and, in time, probably will. 
we need dig deeper holes. 

darn, I'm getting old!
how the hell did I get this old?

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