New Age Fanatic

What's the guilt I feel
Falling to sleep
When you have lept in
With another creep?

The quality of release
Has taken on new surrender
While you drift off weeping
A great pretender

I'm a new age fanatic
Talking to your dead
Clearing your aura
With star-dust static

Sticky Fingers

What does it take
To leave a tree alone?
Abolish money
And raze your home

Developers play
At helping humanity
Clear cutting woods
Destroying harmony

Realtors wet dreams
Representing the foly
Midwife to horror
Faking what it seems

The Little Artist

The blocked artist
Sad uptight creature
Cowering in filth
Measly mind's picture

Jolts of jealousy
Words drip from a catheter
Living in a cardboard box
No clue what's out there

Beyond the beyond
The universe expanding
As a last resort
You tap the unending

Walk the Talk

Fakers and phonies
Plowing through the rye
For a strip mall
Built on a lie

Pack of smokes - forty ouncer
Distended you
Shell of thoughts
Of nothing new

The talk queer
Your walk oscure
Corrupt front
Energy unsure

Laundered truth
Regenerated myths
Rigourous honesty
Spiritual arsenist

Half Measures

Half measures do not yield
Fifty percent peace
Jittery nerves, finger tips
Grasping at riches fleeced

Bankrupt spiritual life
When does it change?
Abundance of distractions
And the other - the same

A Portrait hangs
Society's great helm
Strange fruit
In a spiritual realm

And the consumed pilot
Steers off course
A ship doomed
Every moment - remorse

Love Travels

When we make love
The elephants dance in Africa
She spoke in the distance
Her voice sweet insistance

Hands kneading neck hairs
In the back row
Words of love broadcast
On stage reciting a poem

New Age Rhetoric

Usual conundrum
New age talk and chatter
Throw the cards
Their karma to scatter

Speaking to the dead
That rest sedentary
What's to come for you?
A partner to bury

Light from years away
Still signals, a note
We crane our necks agape
Expelling our last breaths