Three Poems...One Day...All Crap

There's nothing much to say

about nothing.

Shall I draw you a bridge?

Feigning interest

in the stock market.

Current events

short circuiting.

Tattoo artist neighbor

stuck in his own pattern.

The plant medicinoids

came to a head...

unable to come to consensus

for obvious reasons...

trying to save the world

from itself.

Artists have painted 

themselves out of the picture.

The Pope infanta-sized.

Humanity reached its 

predestination, still more

still born into futureless present.

The greatest challenge is

to remain human.

Stay Away From My Foreskin (For Lee)

Stay away from my foreskin,

you got no business there.

I may be a Jew, but they

cut it off before I knew.

Foreskin, lost chosen 

piece of me, they should have kept

you and thrown away the man.

Output

My output failed

due to lack of input.

I couldn't put one foot

in front of the other.

I had nothing to utter,

couldn't even stutter, 

stammer, lost the hammer,

the train of thought,

bought out no doubt.

Just words of nothing to say,

automation stuck with no luck.

Some would call this a poem.

I hope I never know 'em,

frog walk 'em to the ocean,

their bubbles the end of our 

troubles...could go on like this

all day...why not? No salary,

all the words are free, so,

sue me.