Nightmares

Dreams rooted in reality
Seldom get off the ground
Reality
Suffocated
By dreams
Is neither
Reality or a dream.

casting call

exhausted
actors auditioning
for limited roles
hoping
praying
for
a day in the limelight
a chance for a new life
playing by underhanded rules
hoping to get the part
of the son who grew
up a success

Blue collar blues

We are the starving
Give us your scraps
We wait at the table
For the crumbs of your pleasure
For the crumbs of the good life
We are the vagrants
Following blindly
Looking for comfort in death
We are fed by failure
And starved by success
We live behind your silver screens
We die in your alleys
We are the working class