His head’s not unlike a lump

red hair on top of a dump

His ideas are thin

and so is his skin

He’s an egomaniacal chump

Of Mexicans and Muslims he’s tired

Drugs, rapists and labor suppliers

He’s got news for you all

A beautiful wall

You’ll build it, then beaners, you’re fired

He spits hatred and fear from his stump

We need more than a spray tanning pump

Dog faced old fogy

Burns bridges like stogies

If he wins it’ll be

More than mere novelty

A nuclear, world ending

trump

-David Matthews

It feels like a long time since I was free

It feels like the right time to take that seriously

It feels like the trees are a peculiar green

It feels like the air is hung heavily

purple haze of a sky

A nose

An eye

A little thigh

Stare at the ceiling

Find little humans.

Blue

Red

Yellow.

Smooth Jazz Dance

On the kitchen counter.                                                                                                               

No one will see you

Dance like you mean it.

But don’t be mean to me.

I want to see your body

In the sunlight

Just the outline.

I want to know what

Your lips look like in 

The dark.

a little poem.

pianos sing me to sleep

far far away

where the ocean is all I hear

and the stars lead the way

im here lying under the peach tree

waiting for prayers and water.

U.S.A. 

Politics eat up the minds of our children,

While god separates the hate from white people.

The news was never real. 

Your mind is always blind if you live in America.