Smile When You Slice Dismay 

 
Don’t lose your grip,  
Don’t go insane. 

Hold tight  
To the flame-warped vision  
In the sights  
Of your heart’s, 
Hair-triggered aim.  

Don’t lose your grip,  
Don’t go insane.  

It’s the objective  
Wired in the mainframe, 
Meant to frazzle,  
Brabble and rattle,  
The operational clarity  
Inside your brain.  

Don’t lose your grip,  
Don’t go insane.  

Give up,  
Tryin' to sway  
The middle  
To the fray.  
The hills get taller,  
You'll drift farther,  
Smile when you slice dismay. 

Don’t lose your grip,  
Don't go insane. 




Beaches in the Breeze 

 
Just when I think,  
I write as bad 
As comin’ home  
To viscid,  
Four-hour old,  
Dog-shit stink.  

I keep on –  
Poundin’ and bangin’  
On the plastic squared letters,  
No-fuckin-sense 
To the arrangement, 
Board of keys. 

Somewhere...  
Out in the eventually...  
I hit the sentence speed...  
Like vibrant acid-flashbacks 
From south-of-the-border, 
Beaches in the breeze.