How come the Presidential election is starting to feel like an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians? Do we not have the technology now to design a computer to run the country? We wouldn’t have to dwell on the fact that the computer pays a lower tax rate than we do, nor would we have to worry about it being a closet Muslim. And it wouldn’t cheat on its wife, throwing us all into a collective delirium. Maybe then we could focus on helping our neighbors, feeding the hungry, giving shelter to those who sleep out in the cold on long December evenings, etc. Oh, wait. I’m beginning to sound like a socialist. Where did my democratic pride go?

after 2 glasses of absinthe

i astral projected to another plane

i remember catching a train

and seeing a cute girl leading us

into the car

i ran in as the doors were closing

she gave me a push to ensure

i did not get stuck in their steel teeth

as the train pulled away

i turned to look at her

as she wept in the depot

she has been on my mind all day

i wonder what happened to her

and if she caught the next train

or if she’s still performing her acts

of charity to fellow travelers

in the astral realm

cursing herself every time she

misses a train

your man performing mistakes

in the dark of a room

where many promises

were concieved

and then killed

dragged thru the mud

leaving a trail of blood

in its agonizing wake

he speaks your name

everything else is forgotten

the lights come on

and you realize the truth

of your mistake

but by then it’s too late

to redeem yourself to

those who tried to influence

you with confident kisses

and warm embraces

you have severed those

ties with your confusion

leaving their remnants pinned

to your wall

along with various photographs

and relics from the past

Running away

Has always

Been easy

Almost as easy

As learning not

To love

I was born fucked

I battled that figure

For more than it

Was ever worth