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Back On Track


I want, I need to get back on track

I have lost my way

I don’t feel up to it

But my course is clear

I just need to take that first little step

But I know however many steps I take

I will never be in the clear

Back on track, safe and secure

Looking straight ahead, neither right nor left

With fear as my fuel

Danger Lies Seductively


Danger Lies Seductively

You Don’t Think About It All That Much

Just a Touch of Madness

Nothing More

Danger Is a Reckless Suitor

She Can Destroy Your World

In One Foolish Moment

Danger Should Not Be Courted

It’s Not Worth The Thrill

The Night Leaves It’s Mark

Danger Wounds The Heart

Night Train


peter lach-newinsky’s word and image lab

Never know what I’ll see on the Night Train

I’ve seen the shells of people long past death

Hanging on to the putrid stench

For a single distant hint

So horrible I can’t think

I let the Night Train carry me deep

So deep that I cannot recognize my face

Gazing at the ruins of a world that’s gone daddy gone

But the beatniks in their shit stained clothes

Play their bongos all night long

On the Night Train

Sometimes I think this night will never end

I’m tired, so tired, tossing and turning in my seat

Is this trip for real? or am I lying in bed?

Longing for sleep.

Kept awake by neon skies and cocky young ghosts

Their voices drone on making me sick

On the Night Train

Some Quick Poems 7/13/12



holy moly I didn’t see it comin’

stickin’ up outta the ground

got sucker punched as I left the barn

buns in the oven, dogs in the yard

chickens come home to roost

holy moly, I didn’t see it comin’

gotta pull myself up by the roots


Nobody wants to see my penis and balls

This is certainly true

Except maybe you


Hot sugar mama sittin’ in the kitchen

Whatcha’ got cookin’ today?

Cornbread muffins warm from the oven

There ain’t nothin’ left to say


Embrace my fragile body

enjoy my feeble thoughts this morning

This is what remains

Love me, hold me, and open the window

Can you smell the rain?


Just for a lark

I upset the apple cart

and invent a new way to sail

I’ll be really naughty

and say crazy things

just for a lark

each day a new start

as I open up my heart

just for a lark


Sittin’ on the toilet

Thinking about Vladimir Putin

What’s he doin’?

Grunt! I think some more could come out!


The trick you see is to love all you see

Without reservation

or guidance from above

Just love


Sometimes I spend my days in a storm cellar

waiting for the storm to pass over my head

Sometimes I worry as I sit in that cellar

With my bandaids and cans of beans

Will it ever be better? Can I come out of this cellar?

I think I need to pee.

A Single Chirp


A Single Chirp Is Given

Every Time I Leave My Door

A Single Chirp Is Given

When I Return

Is This Chirp a Warning?

a Greeting?

Not a Bird, but a human being?

Hard to Tell

A Single Chirp I Hear Each Day

So Sharp And Clear

Sometimes It Fills My Heart With Gladness

Other Times With Fear

Some Sort of Signal

So Far, So Near

I’m Here!! I’m Here!!

The Fate of The Republic on this fourth of july


Here are some quick reflections on this fourth of July morning.

We are in trouble folks!!! When I read the paper (big mistake), I see the seeds of global decay, social disruption, and future despair dwarfing the present misery. Everyone who has plenty are merrily watching Big Bang Theory and working at their half-way decent job with a half-way decent wage and dreaming of their next vacation, while those who don’t have much continue to struggle. The options for the destitute are few and government is going to provide less and less. This is a recipe for riot and mayhem. When you examine history you can see where all of this leads. Our Republic is split, pretty much evenly, between the rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, the smug and the desperate. As happened in France in 1789, the poor and destitute will not sit idly by watching the rich cavort and flaunt their wealth in their faces. We have an obligation to bring this republic back into balance, but I fear that we have already passed from republic to oligarchy (rule by the rich). Only the rich, such as Mitt Romney, can afford to become President. The rich pull all the strings and continue to feel free to screw the rest of us over at their convenience. It is not a pretty picture. Our republic is in danger of collapse. It isn’t apparent yet, but give it a few years. Twenty years from now will either show that we got our collective act together or we will be actively fighting one another.

China is quietly waiting in the wings. China is preparing for the collapse of the West. They are teaching English to those who will become our future leaders. Could we suffer such a takeover? Quite possibly, we might invite the Chinese in. Chinese style Communism would have a strong appeal to those who have nothing, can expect nothing, and are tired of being the victims of an oligarchy. I am not a Communist or a Socialist, but I can understand the appeal. When you have nothing to eat, nowhere to live, Communism looks like the answer to your problems. We have far too many people on the streets.

Some radical changes are needed and I don’t see anybody stepping up to the plate. There are significant differences between Obama and Romney, but in the final analysis they miss the mark when it comes to having the guts to say that we have to stop being complacent and give up our creature comforts and life of privilege and take responsibility for this republic.

So I don’t feel terribly patriotic on this fourth of July. I don’t feel proud of how we celebrate celebrity, wealth, and treat all of the old liberal ideals with disdain. Our present culture is a culture of death. We are unconsciously embracing disaster, it gives us a sick thrill. We figure we have it coming, others are foolishly looking forward to the apocalypse, thinking they will be taken up into the clouds in a supernatural rapture. This is madness.

However, we have faced disaster before in our history, and we managed to avoid it. Perhaps we can again. There is reason to hope. There are many brilliant people out there. They are building a new paradigm, a new world which will take out the corrupt present paradigm by stealth. There is far too much going on in the world for anyone, myself included, to be able to keep track of. The newspapers have a disaster agenda, fear sells, and so they peddle dread. So I should take that fact into consideration. Much is happening behind the scenes, and the powerful may not be as powerful as they imagine. I sense big changes in the next few decades, both good and bad. I know that within each negative lies a positive and vice versa. It is up to us to provide the tipping point towards disaster or renewal.

My last thoughts? At some point in our own lives and in the life of the republic, something has got to give. Nothing just stays fucked forever. Things change.