They are a family of four crammed into the cab of a U-Haul meant for two; a father, mother, daughter and son, the sadly and only nuclear family left in the greater L. A. area. Obviously afraid (and with good reason) the truck’s passengers huddle together, sure that they will be caught and forced to pay more taxes before they can escape. Onward they creep, past the destitute homeless, past hotels filled with illegal immigrants, past hordes of cross-dressing prostitutes and the tech and film industries that support them. Away they slink from the ideology pushing campuses, inching onward and ever away from those hideous, sleaze-balls they see chasing behind them in their sideview mirrors, the icky politicians who profit from all this madness.

Onward our dreamers creep through throngs going nowhere.

They might not make it. This they know. Whilst obviously not the smartest people (though they have wised up), what they are is filled with the memories and glories of Reagan years past, so they will risk all, knowing that if they can make it out solvent then normalcy awaits; common sense, decency, law and order… the promises of freedom and meritocracy offered only in the most crimsony states.

So, “go you brave Haulers,” is my prayer for U.… “Go! Go before the New Yorkers and Illinoisans can sweep up (sight unseen mind you) the few (and vastly overpriced, I might add) homes still available in the only southern state not filled to the brim with your like already; the Grand “Sand-flea filled” State of South Carolina! Go, U-Haulers, and take back your rights to life in a sane world!” (But please… vote “right” when you get there. Thank you, and God Bless.)

i waited for you

gazing out windows and door

listening to cars pass by

my heart cold on the floor

and somehow through tears

i caught a glimpse of you there

not a shadow or dream

table, chairs, and a ring

just things left behind

haunting the room like a ghost

just the ashes of love

tell me why did you go

1/4/2025

... Only to whisper

"Don't worry darling"- I'll build

Springtime in Winter

: - )

We wipe the year’s shit

from a pair of old work boots

just to step in more

i'd talk.

i'd talk my heart out, let it all out like a broken dam.

i'd drink, i'd dance, i'd shy if someone hit on me.

i'd smoke, i'd vape, i'd do what no one in this entire world has ever done before, again.

i'll clean the house.

i'd discuss future.

i'd learn the value of "what ifs"

at last, i'd write.

sober.

We are the only Sun and the Moon that collide into each other

an eclipse that lasts a lifetime

( infinite lifetimes blend into a tapastry of the univers's design

and shared with you, my love )

My heart is a vestigial organ

One I no longer require

Dried out and wilting, a derelict building

Surrounded with rusty barbed wire

My heart is for sale, only used once

Average to poor condition

No longer functions, but fit for display

In the offices of a mortician

My heart is the rain on a window

An autumn leaf, dead on the ground

My heart is a bag of cats dumped in a river

Even though they were already drowned