Blue Light Special

Palling with Palin
Getting old
No longer a Maverick
Bought and Sold
The glow of the White House
Still causing much pain
A war hero’s lost days
MIA John McCain

Walk on the Wilde Side

A friend
long removed from my sight
Sent an e-mail
to me
Last night
He got my address
I guess
From a mutual friend
And then
began to send
Messages
And quips
And jokes
Quips and jokes
Blips that spoke
Of hate
Hate for Hispanics
Hate for Asians
Double that for Blacks
Exemptions for Caucasians

My former friend
It became plain to see
When not guzzling beer
Was now sipping Tea
Twenty odd years had passed
Since we had last clasped
Hands together in friendship
Looking at an old photograph
I had retained
brought a brief smile
Then came the pain
For the smiling young man
With the long hair and suntan
Had changed
Were my eyes playing tricks on me?
Those lines near the mouth
The cruel eyes…can’t you see?

And with each correspondence I received
As the photo deteriorated
I tried to conceive
Was this happening across America?
Modern day Confederate Revelry
A reincarnation of Johnny Rebelry?

Congealing and
Repealing
decades of healing?
Yes, Virginia
Johnny’s come lately… morphing
Into… Johnny get your gun
Lincoln’s legacy soiled…defiled
A new war soon begun?
A Kodachrome pejorative
Jim Crow inspired Snapshots
developed
in dark souls
Creating a double negative
Exposures with a heavy toll

Have millions blundered
Now I wondered
And been adroitly led astray
Then Cloaked in flannel
Soaked in sanctimony
And shaded Dorian…Gray
Duped and looped by pundit
With solicitations from the hack
Incited and goaded…locked and loaded
Because the President is Black?

Are hate and mistrust
Our true Manifest Destiny
Nurtured in the land of the Veil
Where on hot summer nights
Under God’s twinkling lights
If you listen just right
You can still hear them moan
You can still hear them wail
Have some forgotten the horrors of slavery
And created a nouveau mystery?
Abandoned our principles and forsaken bravery
Denying our heritage…our American history?

And as the photo degenerated
Before my incredulous eyes
Corrupted by malice
Decaying from lies
I said a final good bye
I bid a last… so long
To another victim of Man’s folly
To my once now ex- friend ....

“Way down yonder in the land of cotton
It appears some folks clearly have forgotten….
Look away, look away, look away… from Dixieland”

100 Cents of Pain

On a hot airless day, the fires of Wall St. at last out of fuel
Atop smoldering asphalt and foundations constructed of human souls
Monuments of avarice, dark, foreboding and deserted
Concrete citadels, feathered nests of the captains of industry and finance
Long held erect by the sinews of the exploited and cold, cold tempered steel
They look out upon decaying, dying, destitute cities
With eyes fashioned of thickened, tinted glass framed in gold
They weep in lugubrious unison, champagne tears dropping
On the entrails of worn and useless, besmirched red carpets
Lamenting over the lost $ love of their lives
And high overhead, soaring in tattered Armani suits
Six bald eagles, icons of gilded malfeasance
Surfing on black clouds of noxious carbon dioxide
Once boldly contemptuous of Marx
Once resolutely enamored of Reagan
Begin their descent to assume the role of pallbearer
On this, a hot airless day of simmering shadows
And shimmering decay, announcing to the world
For all to see and hear, that the once mighty dollar
Has died.

Netzi's

Out there
Somewhere…everywhere
Fomenting on the wire
Seething on the airwaves
A new E-breed
Swastiskans
Touch the spacebar
Feel their racing pulse
Cyber psycho’s
White fingers
On Black type
With Blood red intent
Devoted, Divisive, Disturbed
Bloggedly, Doggedly
Disseminating
Hunt and peck
Hunt and…..peck
Traffickers of Hate
Now, on the webcam
Peek-a-boo
I see……

Bullets and Pullets

Tea sipping, Pill popping
Loose cannoned, Gravy sopping
Misfits of the biscuit
Partakers of the Triscuit
White, uptight with dentures
That don’t fit right
Folks from the Heartland
Folks from the farm
City dwellers and other fellers
Supportin’ the right to bear arms
Taxes smack of Socialism
The whole damn thing’s obscene
I got my poor old gray haired Daddy
Drivin’ my Limousine
So we’re a’ comin’ together
In all types a’ weather
To get things back to norm
Upholding the Constitution
No income redistribution
Hell no to health care reform
So come on folks and have some fun
Your daddy was a pistol yer a sonofagun
We got the liberal pansies on the run
We’re tobacco chewin, whiskey snortin’ American Huns
We’ll live like our kin folk lived
A chicken in every pot
And the sawbones’ll take it
For services rendered
Cause that’s all that some folks got
So remember out there in Liberaland
Never trifle with a rifle attached to a man
Not here in America, where the red, white and blue
Eats chickens and biscuits…and bleeding heart stew