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Crawling, Walking…Whispering, Talking
From points East…North, South and West
Wearied, Rebuffed…Whimpering, Balking
Necessities Exhausted…Sorrowful Quest
And there upon…A mighty hill
Stood long haired man…In “Tailored” suit
Despondent travels…All for nil
Humanity crushed…Depravity’s boot
They’d come to only…Be adopted
Then found that “He”…Had been Co-opted

Brass Tacked

No frills…No fanfare
He’d been a giant…Once
Now…he was gone
Their “plot”…Now his “plot”
Was simple…Shoot the messenger
The slings and arrows…of outrageous…
A simple service…Ashes to Ashes…
His shadow…is all that remains
That too…fading into the “Hellesphere”
Dust to dust…Humanity’s first
And “last” hope…Mourners impatient
Who’ll be the next…”American Idol”
FACT…is Dead

Adumbration of the Mind's Eye

Memory…Shadow
Sun created…Reflections
Incandescent…Specters
They move…As we move
Do they die…As we die?
Are they not…Flash Burned
Into the Retinas…Of the Living
“Shading”…The Cortex
Of another Dimension
Forever…and Never
Hands touching…Nothing
Everything…Until the final curtain
Is brought down…Until Life’s Light
No longer exists

Forever and Ever

Forever, doesn’t seem…so far away
Caught glimpse of it running…yesterday
Wore smile on its face…beguiling, yet cunning
‘Twas strangling today…for me it was coming
I lassoed the Sun…broke hands off clock
Woke man in the moon…with terrified talk
Forever and ever…allegorical twins
Once on their horizon…nobody wins

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

If today was a dream
And tomorrow a child
Today I would sleep
Tomorrow…run wild
I’d play hey diddle diddle
Jump over the moon
Savor my first kiss
Make a young lady swoon
If today I must sleep
‘Twill be rest of the young
For tomorrow still lies
On the tip of my tongue

Doghouses Have No Bars on the Windows

Who’s the superior…Man or Dog?
Four legs or two…I’ll lift the fog
Man is oft’ traitorous, pernicious, duplicitous
Dog displays faithfulness, his loyalty repetitious
Man commits war on his fellow man
Dog walks by his side near to man’s hand
Man invents torments, his deviations ne’er cease
Dog is content to be Man’s dutiful beast
Man creates prisons, to keep Men out of bounds
Then incarcerates Dogs, in places called pounds
Who’s the superior…Man or Dog?
In Earth’s tortured history…Man is a blot
Looking for a friend?…Start seeking out Spot

Tank Town

Punchy McDougall…Ex-Pugilist, Barfly
Racing form…Scotch, water
“Who ‘ya got in the fifth?” I asked
“GingerRogersDancin”
I laughed. Punchy feigned a left.
“Ginger’s the cat’s meow all right but….
Punchy grinned. Toothless. “She’s a ‘hoofer’ ain’t she?”
I perused the joint… Just us.
Punchy was hearing nines.
How long before I was too?

Upon These Backs

They’re marching…across the heartland
A heart no longer pumping blood…but bile
Vile and contemptible, the raw sewage of
Human depravity…fetid upon the plains
Late at night, as stars that once entertained
The aspirations of Pyramidal slaves remain
Locked in a celestial, cosmic grandstand
They walk on feet with crushed and missing toes
Bent and twisted backs holding proud heads aloft
Shattered souls and growling stomachs groan in sympathy
Pleading eyes give rise to trembling, parched lips
Stumps, where stout legs and strong arms, wore workman’s boots
Or wiped forever sweating brows in hellish textile mills
Are carried aloft by sinewy men and women
Their deceased declarations revived by the unprovoked attack
On their proud legacy. Burned, Crushed, Blinded, Deafened
Black lunged men from the bowels of the earth
Men, forged in steel, flimflammed of the meager fruits of their labor
Women, fleeced on the loom or sentenced to dateless, mundane drudgery
Armed with the memories of exhausted, tear stained nights
And “I gotta make it just one more day” tomorrows
Their furrowed, fatigued, faces moving closer
Ever closer, to your state, to your town, their cries will ring out
And all shall remember…The Men and Women…Who Built America

Tombstone Telepathy

Midnight in a graveyard…a thousand eyes crisscrossed my skin
‘Twas eerily bereft of life save my breath first out then in
And soon a chorus of voices, joined those thousand eyes
They spoke in perfect harmony and in a way so wise
I was informed I strode about a land where there lie “ain’ts”
They’d once been “heres”, perhaps some sinners, a smattering of saints
My son, they said, we are all dead, so harken to these words
And as they spoke, the moon was cloaked, with flocks of “hawkish birds”
I trembled and my knees grew weak, as terror turned to doubt
Yet, the voices spoke with resolve and drove the raptors out
As the last bell tolled, I ascended knoll and subdued my inbred fear
And words of wisdom from those distressed reached deep inside my ear
Their message was a simple one that had been passed since tip of time
It merely said, from souls now dead, that indifference to the living, was mankind’s greatest crime
Their brief eloquence ended with these words to contemplate
Compassion was the only key that opened heaven’s…gates