"Can’t see the fog for the trees I lost my way on reject beach"

i haven't posted anything here in a very long time. I've been out of it mostly, but i'm shaking off the cobwebs, a bit rusty though. I think in symbols.  This is self explanatory.

“thinking about  the apocalypse on election night 2016”

doors as open as we allow

pushing, i avowed

to be a pusher

but i couldn’t push  anything

the way you should have been pushed

i bantered my way somewhere

i was vacant, but i had cigarettes

i was a puzzle, nothing adjacent

a picture of john lennon nailed to the footstool of reality

“i’m doing good work” someone cried to someone

but the lord’s work is really

no work at all

i will be oblivious to your tempers

i will go away, to my moods

an arthritic little laugh

is all that’s left of me now

that sound will echo through the universe

think of anything nice

and in your heart it will echo