Rough Drafts

Late night

And Insanity grips my soul 

Causing my thoughts to drift

Through curvèd streets

Ever so softly in the snow

To you.

I won’t ask where this went wrong

I don’t really care

‘Cuz if we honest I guess we never did

Go anywhere;

And just like this poem

We, too, were a joke--

But I’m gonna prove

That I love you,

Dearly.

And as sure as the stars

Lie fixed in time and space

So we, too, were relative.

But I’ll get better (you promise)

‘Cuz I was unfair 

And perhaps a bit cruel--

But I’ll prove to you 

That I loved you

Footsteps click and resound

Reverberating in the empty chambers of

These hallowed halls of Congress.

[High noon]--in walks the President

the Vice President, Mr. Speaker

And the Senate Majority Leader.

[Knock, Knock, Knock. The speaker bangs his gavel.

The chamber doors are blown open]:

Sanders arrives leading the mounted charge

Of the Democratic cavalry

Crushing his moderate foes under 

The red hooves of his white horse

 When the shooting starts--

[enter the Freedom Caucus

Bearing AR-15s disguised as minutemen]

While the cameras watch coldly 

Reporting live from the bull pit.

But nobody’s watching on TV 

‘Cuz nobody cares.

In the city of our best yesterdays

There ain’t no jobs to fill;

Just empty mouths. 

And there behind those doors

While the world spins

And kills itself

 I found this little poem as I was going through some documents on my laptop. As I’m about to finish college, thought I might share it here. (Written December 2014)

London nights

and early morning flights,

Interview questions

and security inspections.

And, finally, 

Bob Dylan dreams

of Greenwich Village, 

And girls that were there

And those that were not.

And stuffs words 

Down his gullet 

At a banquet 

Given in his honor

And he realizes 

With horror

That he’s Eating

His own words.

And He the sees

The mens’ faces

Swelling up

Bigger than their stomachs:

And all melting slowly into the sands of Time.

In a cloud of smoke 

He says

I sees the world reflected--

The new world busy dyin’ 

And prayin’;

And Livin’ Stealin’ Cheatin’

--Busy living’.

Bob Dylan wakes up on Sunday morning

Shanghai wedding

Beijing Highway

You and I walk into the frame

Black suits, black ties

Black glasses shining in the hot LA sun;

We’re on the run.

And I didn’t see the old man

Lying down in the bush

Until he shot me 

While we tried to escape.

Like and old movie reel

You’ll staunch the pain

And I’ll be cradled in your arms

Like an innocent babe

Knowing the time’ll come

And our games’ll be done

When they come to take you