Hot tears stream…from man in the moon
Shafts of ice…emanate from sun
Eyes hear screams…Ears blink in fright
Mute man sings boisterous tune
The stars below twinkle upon ground
Soil above drops caskets from graves
Logic is vilified…Lies are exalted
The world has turned…upside down
So frown…and be happy
Sunday, January 15, 2012
The Diploma of Debauched Ideas
War and atrocities…Everyday
Decimation of the environment…Everyday
Human rights violations…Everyday
Violent crime…Everyday
Gross monetary inequality…Everyday
Slaughter of animals…Everyday
Innocent people tortured…Everyday
Riches for pernicious…Everyday
Duplicitous, avaricious, politicians…Everyday
A home run, two fingers up…We all yell hurray
“Intelligent Design?”…Sounds fishy to me
Did G O D…Get a G.E.D.?
Decimation of the environment…Everyday
Human rights violations…Everyday
Violent crime…Everyday
Gross monetary inequality…Everyday
Slaughter of animals…Everyday
Innocent people tortured…Everyday
Riches for pernicious…Everyday
Duplicitous, avaricious, politicians…Everyday
A home run, two fingers up…We all yell hurray
“Intelligent Design?”…Sounds fishy to me
Did G O D…Get a G.E.D.?
Reinfatuation
I chase her through a wet cobblestone square
She wears billowy skirt…peasant blouse
The midday sun reflects flaxen long hair
We run towards door of a medieval house
A symphony plays…music engulfs us
Her feet are nimble and devoid of shoes
We race past a church her golden locks mussed
I see many faint smiles from darkened pews
Slowly but surely she doth slip away
Hath my age denied me, I must know truth
In the hours aft’ midnight…start of new day
Crow’s feet unseen, I return to my youth
I awake to sunlight’s eternal gleam
Is enchanting wife the girl in my dream?
She wears billowy skirt…peasant blouse
The midday sun reflects flaxen long hair
We run towards door of a medieval house
A symphony plays…music engulfs us
Her feet are nimble and devoid of shoes
We race past a church her golden locks mussed
I see many faint smiles from darkened pews
Slowly but surely she doth slip away
Hath my age denied me, I must know truth
In the hours aft’ midnight…start of new day
Crow’s feet unseen, I return to my youth
I awake to sunlight’s eternal gleam
Is enchanting wife the girl in my dream?
Frostsmitten
A “Summer Snowflake” fell from torrid blue
It’s exquisiteness beyond compare
I gently caressed it in not one hand but two
Then scanned the skies and found them fair
‘twas perfectly symmetrical in every detail
Gossamer and crystalline an anomaly for sure
I deemed to preserve it in this I shan’t fail
For in quest to embrace beauty perhaps I’d found cure
How could this be on August 3 amidst a broiling sun?
I carefully cupped my hands despite a roiling shake
For so long I’d searched could it be that I’d won?
A meteorological aberration…or the “icing” on the cake
To the freezer and glass jar my snowflake’s new home
Each day I peeked in awe at the delicate structure housed within
Neither Zeus on Olympus nor Caesar in Rome
Had experienced the wonder only I’d been given
‘twas not long, summer was gone, and dark clouds filled the sky
And I sensed my precious token longed for family
Safe in cooler, we climbed mighty mountain, my snowflake and I
And watched God’s blanket of white lay soft upon the trees
I opened the jar and from somewhere afar an icy gale blew across
My treasure and my friend was taken by the wind
Eyes now moist I reached to the sky knowing “she” was lost
Then sat up against tree and died happily never to see her again
Two hikers the following summer found me underneath that tree
And despite the condition of the body was a smile you could not fake
The pair of men stood reverently, astonished by that they did see
For on my forehead, as Sun burned red, was a pristine angelic…melting snowflake
It’s exquisiteness beyond compare
I gently caressed it in not one hand but two
Then scanned the skies and found them fair
‘twas perfectly symmetrical in every detail
Gossamer and crystalline an anomaly for sure
I deemed to preserve it in this I shan’t fail
For in quest to embrace beauty perhaps I’d found cure
How could this be on August 3 amidst a broiling sun?
I carefully cupped my hands despite a roiling shake
For so long I’d searched could it be that I’d won?
A meteorological aberration…or the “icing” on the cake
To the freezer and glass jar my snowflake’s new home
Each day I peeked in awe at the delicate structure housed within
Neither Zeus on Olympus nor Caesar in Rome
Had experienced the wonder only I’d been given
‘twas not long, summer was gone, and dark clouds filled the sky
And I sensed my precious token longed for family
Safe in cooler, we climbed mighty mountain, my snowflake and I
And watched God’s blanket of white lay soft upon the trees
I opened the jar and from somewhere afar an icy gale blew across
My treasure and my friend was taken by the wind
Eyes now moist I reached to the sky knowing “she” was lost
Then sat up against tree and died happily never to see her again
Two hikers the following summer found me underneath that tree
And despite the condition of the body was a smile you could not fake
The pair of men stood reverently, astonished by that they did see
For on my forehead, as Sun burned red, was a pristine angelic…melting snowflake
Oh, Those Dirty Rings!
White Collars…Sharp and well dressed
Blue Collars…Sweaty and oppressed
The “right” hand needs the “left”
For “heft”
The “left” hand needs the “right”
For “flight”
Clapping hands…”give it up for the dollar”
A symmetrical set…or the “applause” will falter
“Bonuses” for White…”Blame” for Blue
Palace versus Callous…which are you?
Blue Collars…Sweaty and oppressed
The “right” hand needs the “left”
For “heft”
The “left” hand needs the “right”
For “flight”
Clapping hands…”give it up for the dollar”
A symmetrical set…or the “applause” will falter
“Bonuses” for White…”Blame” for Blue
Palace versus Callous…which are you?
We'll Leave the Lights Off ... For Ya
Revolution…upheaval
Civilization inverted…perverted
Miscreants in Lear Jets…Absconded loot
Vermin under slabs…Armored suits
Privatization, irrationalization, conflagration
Decadence mixed with pestilential swizzle sticks
Two “armies” survive…Two “parasites” alive
One eats crumbs…One throws crumbs
Both carry disease...the envelope, if you please
In this corner: Rich…In this corner: Roach
Bets anyone?
Civilization inverted…perverted
Miscreants in Lear Jets…Absconded loot
Vermin under slabs…Armored suits
Privatization, irrationalization, conflagration
Decadence mixed with pestilential swizzle sticks
Two “armies” survive…Two “parasites” alive
One eats crumbs…One throws crumbs
Both carry disease...the envelope, if you please
In this corner: Rich…In this corner: Roach
Bets anyone?
A Kiss of Bliss
I know thee my love, why is thy voice still?
You suffer in silence to spare me pain?
Your presence alone my heart overfill
When anguish strikes. dear. please do not refrain
Let I be the one who’s mute in distress
Surely sweet angels can fulfill that task
Sharp thorns of life upon me they shall rest
Torment old acquaintance…painless you’ll bask
Afflictions many…I’ll never be free
Add not another being tight lipped
When she ails so God, transfer it to me
Despondence and I oft’ sail the same ship
I implore, I beseech thee, spare her this
As peace from heaven imparts with each kiss
You suffer in silence to spare me pain?
Your presence alone my heart overfill
When anguish strikes. dear. please do not refrain
Let I be the one who’s mute in distress
Surely sweet angels can fulfill that task
Sharp thorns of life upon me they shall rest
Torment old acquaintance…painless you’ll bask
Afflictions many…I’ll never be free
Add not another being tight lipped
When she ails so God, transfer it to me
Despondence and I oft’ sail the same ship
I implore, I beseech thee, spare her this
As peace from heaven imparts with each kiss
A Damp, Tiny Voice Sings of Tomorrow
Hummingbird, hummingbird, beautiful thing
‘tween sunlight, showers you float gracefully
Never heard hummingbird attempt to sing
Yet on this fine morn’ you sang out to me
Old one, this tune, yet I could not place it
Your shimmering feathers alive in sun
Water from sprinkler as you so grace it
I stand delighted, immersed in your fun
Your warble becomes quite melancholy
Perchance you sense summer’s imminent end
I hear and forget self-induced folly
You have such a short time, dear little friend
Hummingbird, hummingbird, soon to be cold
Aging man, looking wan, soon to be old
‘tween sunlight, showers you float gracefully
Never heard hummingbird attempt to sing
Yet on this fine morn’ you sang out to me
Old one, this tune, yet I could not place it
Your shimmering feathers alive in sun
Water from sprinkler as you so grace it
I stand delighted, immersed in your fun
Your warble becomes quite melancholy
Perchance you sense summer’s imminent end
I hear and forget self-induced folly
You have such a short time, dear little friend
Hummingbird, hummingbird, soon to be cold
Aging man, looking wan, soon to be old
The Razor-Sharp Karma of Animus
Dusty cemetery, far, far away
Where sunlight ne’er shines, flowers will not grow
For one hundred years, prostrate I do lay
Perhaps there’s something you’d be wise to know
Your great-grandfather in fit of drunken rage
Shot bullet in my back, ne’er saw his face
News of death hardly merited a page
Yet I was watching from my lonely place
Tonight’s anniversary unjust act
Parched, barren ground my fingers break though
Upon his ancestor revenge will exact
Descendant my friend happens to be you
As eyelids flutter with sweet dreams of life
Through back will enter century old knife
Where sunlight ne’er shines, flowers will not grow
For one hundred years, prostrate I do lay
Perhaps there’s something you’d be wise to know
Your great-grandfather in fit of drunken rage
Shot bullet in my back, ne’er saw his face
News of death hardly merited a page
Yet I was watching from my lonely place
Tonight’s anniversary unjust act
Parched, barren ground my fingers break though
Upon his ancestor revenge will exact
Descendant my friend happens to be you
As eyelids flutter with sweet dreams of life
Through back will enter century old knife
Gale Tale
I am the wind, upon tired bodies I oft’ do blow
I am the wind, both fury and caress with rain and snow
I am the wind that for countless millennium strafes desert sands
I am the wind that chaps the lips and seasons the hands
I am the wind that circles the planet cross oceans and granite
I am the wind that cools the face as you do fan it
I am the wind that ne’er ceases blowing somewhere each day
I am the wind that carries the seeds that grow plants in the clay
I am the wind that scatters the leaves crimson and gold every fall
I am the wind that slows the mountain ascent down to a crawl
I am the wind that brought billowing sails across the water
I am the wind that tousled the hair of a precious daughter
I am the wind that propelled the ships to rescue fair Helen
I am the wind that provided the power for brave Magellan
I am the wind year after year eroding the Sphinx
I am the wind alive with the fragments of eon’s links
I am the wind frigid and freezing trying to get in
I am the wind hot and dry that helps blister the skin
I am the wind the cyclone, the twister, the hurricane
I am the wind gentle and soft on the old weather vane
I am the wind alive with the smoke from man’s endless wars
I am the wind stained with the tears from a mother’s implores
I am the wind that spreads airborne pollution, foul residue
I am the wind swirling the day’s trash on Fifth Avenue
I am the wind that powers the clouds above you so
I am the wind the eagle glides whilst scanning below
I am the wind on which meadowlarks song is lifted aloft
I am the wind blowing heat from hell or heaven’s loft
I am the wind on which rides every voice heard on the earth
I am the wind full of banshee wails and joyous mirth
I am my own beginning, I am my own end
I’ll continue my voyage ‘til eternity and then
I’ll engulf sun and moon my only two friends
And then whisper to the cosmos for…I am the wind
I am the wind, both fury and caress with rain and snow
I am the wind that for countless millennium strafes desert sands
I am the wind that chaps the lips and seasons the hands
I am the wind that circles the planet cross oceans and granite
I am the wind that cools the face as you do fan it
I am the wind that ne’er ceases blowing somewhere each day
I am the wind that carries the seeds that grow plants in the clay
I am the wind that scatters the leaves crimson and gold every fall
I am the wind that slows the mountain ascent down to a crawl
I am the wind that brought billowing sails across the water
I am the wind that tousled the hair of a precious daughter
I am the wind that propelled the ships to rescue fair Helen
I am the wind that provided the power for brave Magellan
I am the wind year after year eroding the Sphinx
I am the wind alive with the fragments of eon’s links
I am the wind frigid and freezing trying to get in
I am the wind hot and dry that helps blister the skin
I am the wind the cyclone, the twister, the hurricane
I am the wind gentle and soft on the old weather vane
I am the wind alive with the smoke from man’s endless wars
I am the wind stained with the tears from a mother’s implores
I am the wind that spreads airborne pollution, foul residue
I am the wind swirling the day’s trash on Fifth Avenue
I am the wind that powers the clouds above you so
I am the wind the eagle glides whilst scanning below
I am the wind on which meadowlarks song is lifted aloft
I am the wind blowing heat from hell or heaven’s loft
I am the wind on which rides every voice heard on the earth
I am the wind full of banshee wails and joyous mirth
I am my own beginning, I am my own end
I’ll continue my voyage ‘til eternity and then
I’ll engulf sun and moon my only two friends
And then whisper to the cosmos for…I am the wind
Weak Newspeak
Stockton’s “Magnificent” our paper said
Ignoring latest statistics… of those shot dead
Panoramic views of Brookside links
Purported to reassure…we’re all in the pink
Of course, if not underwater and house afloat
And lucky enough to have a boat
Forget the Forbes snub, say goodbye to snide today
Magnificence…is a seven iron away
Ignoring latest statistics… of those shot dead
Panoramic views of Brookside links
Purported to reassure…we’re all in the pink
Of course, if not underwater and house afloat
And lucky enough to have a boat
Forget the Forbes snub, say goodbye to snide today
Magnificence…is a seven iron away
Mirth Dearth
My existence portends purposeless end
Foreshadowed invisibly ceaselessly
Prayers unanswered, to whom do I send?
My demons have vowed to ne’er set me free
What is one life in the grand scheme of things?
How could I, why should I, be singled out?
At night as stars blink and nightingale sings
Awake or asleep I battle with doubt
I know there are others far worse than I
Then punish myself for woebegone look
If just for one day released I would fly
My spirits would soar and chains could be shook
In pale moonlight anguished cries reach mine ears
My comrades in arms from pitiless years
Foreshadowed invisibly ceaselessly
Prayers unanswered, to whom do I send?
My demons have vowed to ne’er set me free
What is one life in the grand scheme of things?
How could I, why should I, be singled out?
At night as stars blink and nightingale sings
Awake or asleep I battle with doubt
I know there are others far worse than I
Then punish myself for woebegone look
If just for one day released I would fly
My spirits would soar and chains could be shook
In pale moonlight anguished cries reach mine ears
My comrades in arms from pitiless years
One-Oared Rowing Team
We’ve abandoned rationality
And it’s cousin, practicality
Piece by piece, bit by bit
Achieved it erratically systematically
Debilitated and mutilated
Still many remain un-satiated
It’s Kool-Aid time in old D.C.
We’re inundated in fetid tea
And just between you and me
Here’s the political reality
Split personality…Imagined Exceptionality?
Or,
“American Dysfunctionality”
And it’s cousin, practicality
Piece by piece, bit by bit
Achieved it erratically systematically
Debilitated and mutilated
Still many remain un-satiated
It’s Kool-Aid time in old D.C.
We’re inundated in fetid tea
And just between you and me
Here’s the political reality
Split personality…Imagined Exceptionality?
Or,
“American Dysfunctionality”
Paparazzi Pizza
Peeping Toms…Pubescent Moms
Baby So and So is missing!
Lindsey has an ankle “bracelet”
Charlie’s melting down
William and Kate…Sycophantic ingrates
The library’s closing in your town
Casee Anthony is free…oh my!
Perhaps a MILLION Iraqis have died
Football folks have split the “bill”
If you’re waiting for sanity’s return
You will…
Baby So and So is missing!
Lindsey has an ankle “bracelet”
Charlie’s melting down
William and Kate…Sycophantic ingrates
The library’s closing in your town
Casee Anthony is free…oh my!
Perhaps a MILLION Iraqis have died
Football folks have split the “bill”
If you’re waiting for sanity’s return
You will…
Reality ... TV
Mayberry’s a boarded up ghost town
Aunt Bee hawks pickles on the Home Shopping Network
Barney discovered Juanita’s an undocumented alien
Andy lost his pension…froze to death last winter
Floyd cut his own throat, Otis is a televangelist
Goober and Gomer joined the Tea Party
And Opie lives in a mansion…far, far away
Aunt Bee hawks pickles on the Home Shopping Network
Barney discovered Juanita’s an undocumented alien
Andy lost his pension…froze to death last winter
Floyd cut his own throat, Otis is a televangelist
Goober and Gomer joined the Tea Party
And Opie lives in a mansion…far, far away
Salt Stains on a Grizzled Landscape
They come without warning…every day
As memories prick the shell of my skin
My thoughts led forlornly ever astray
Forever sad sojourn back where I’ve been
An old song, a movie…perchance provocateur
Autumn’s golden sun, long shadows so cast
Youth seen through lens of an aged aperture
Unending allure of dreams of the past
Alone in my room I stand surrounded
The paltry treasures of one life to see
Value sole mine yet by ghosts I’m bounded
Eyes drip freely both from room…and from me
If I may, a question…before I die
“Am I less of a man…because I cry?”
As memories prick the shell of my skin
My thoughts led forlornly ever astray
Forever sad sojourn back where I’ve been
An old song, a movie…perchance provocateur
Autumn’s golden sun, long shadows so cast
Youth seen through lens of an aged aperture
Unending allure of dreams of the past
Alone in my room I stand surrounded
The paltry treasures of one life to see
Value sole mine yet by ghosts I’m bounded
Eyes drip freely both from room…and from me
If I may, a question…before I die
“Am I less of a man…because I cry?”
Macbeth Sonnet
Morality play replete with witches
Cauldron of Avarice…seasoned death
Only one, not two, smug evil bitches
Catalyst being ne’er-do-well Macbeth
‘T is really quite simple…lust for power
Apparitions tossed in for dark effect
Conspirators lose sanity’s flower
Crime “must” be punished…I do so suspect
Malcolm’s father slain…Duncan’s blood “spotted”
Macduff loses children, including wife
Banquo erased…most “Bardicly” plotted
Lady “M” now insane, squelches own life
The moral of story…lost on the dead
Yet still drips blood…from Macbeth’s severed head
Cauldron of Avarice…seasoned death
Only one, not two, smug evil bitches
Catalyst being ne’er-do-well Macbeth
‘T is really quite simple…lust for power
Apparitions tossed in for dark effect
Conspirators lose sanity’s flower
Crime “must” be punished…I do so suspect
Malcolm’s father slain…Duncan’s blood “spotted”
Macduff loses children, including wife
Banquo erased…most “Bardicly” plotted
Lady “M” now insane, squelches own life
The moral of story…lost on the dead
Yet still drips blood…from Macbeth’s severed head
It Never Rains in Oz
Plastic bottles…broken shopping carts
Litter the yellow brick road
The tin man needs bypass surgery
The scarecrow lobbies for Big Ag
The lion’s at Fox News
Munchkins live below the poverty line
The ruby red slippers are lusterless
Toto’s been euthanized
And the Wicked Witch of the East’s house
Was repossessed three years ago
Litter the yellow brick road
The tin man needs bypass surgery
The scarecrow lobbies for Big Ag
The lion’s at Fox News
Munchkins live below the poverty line
The ruby red slippers are lusterless
Toto’s been euthanized
And the Wicked Witch of the East’s house
Was repossessed three years ago
No More Ethyl
She “stood” on four maypops with a rusted out floor pan and
Windshield wipers that created glass etchings with each use.
Her once plush seats were now duct taped. Bailing wire held her
Rumbling, smoking muffler in place and “cuts and bruises” adorned her once
Exquisite chassis. Bodily fluids dripped...the essence of her life away.
Yet, I was “hers” and she was “mine.” Garage man said she was through.
So on a night when the moon burned lunar holes upon unkempt highways
And the empty promises of yesterday littered the forlorn road
Like beer bottles and soda pop cans devoid of their once appetizing contents
We took our “last” ride. Speeding, careening over a mighty cliff, two broken bodies,
Headlamps blazing, plunging into amaranthine immortality the
Radio playing “Time in a bottle” as a pair of anachronistic holdouts
Searched for new roads to travel, new horizons to conquer.
Windshield wipers that created glass etchings with each use.
Her once plush seats were now duct taped. Bailing wire held her
Rumbling, smoking muffler in place and “cuts and bruises” adorned her once
Exquisite chassis. Bodily fluids dripped...the essence of her life away.
Yet, I was “hers” and she was “mine.” Garage man said she was through.
So on a night when the moon burned lunar holes upon unkempt highways
And the empty promises of yesterday littered the forlorn road
Like beer bottles and soda pop cans devoid of their once appetizing contents
We took our “last” ride. Speeding, careening over a mighty cliff, two broken bodies,
Headlamps blazing, plunging into amaranthine immortality the
Radio playing “Time in a bottle” as a pair of anachronistic holdouts
Searched for new roads to travel, new horizons to conquer.
Feline Sublime
One more day of airborne fur, rumbling purr, as I stroke his back
One more day of large curling paws is something that I lack
One more day of head butting pen as I attempt to write
One more day to see bulky frame moving through sunlight
One more day of remarking “you’re getting pretty fat”
One more day of my addressing him as “you old cat”
One more day of dexterous ritual at the water bowl
One more day stretched ‘cross the bar would surely help my soul
One more day to rub aging whiskers as I used to do
One more day to say I loved him, I pray to God he knew
One more day has gone away and about my pets I’m kooky
One less day is now everyday I spend without friend “Pookie”
One more day of large curling paws is something that I lack
One more day of head butting pen as I attempt to write
One more day to see bulky frame moving through sunlight
One more day of remarking “you’re getting pretty fat”
One more day of my addressing him as “you old cat”
One more day of dexterous ritual at the water bowl
One more day stretched ‘cross the bar would surely help my soul
One more day to rub aging whiskers as I used to do
One more day to say I loved him, I pray to God he knew
One more day has gone away and about my pets I’m kooky
One less day is now everyday I spend without friend “Pookie”
Medi-Careless
Under a moonless sky…Mars blinking Red in warning
Politicians and Morticians meet to craft Faustian bargain
Limp, meretricious handshakes honed by experience
Voices cultivated to mollify or inflame, amalgamate
As credulous homo-sapiens swim chimerical seas
Bodies will be provided…Earthen sod divided
And wishes of avarice are fulfilled
Harbinger of “grave” days ahead
Politicians and Morticians meet to craft Faustian bargain
Limp, meretricious handshakes honed by experience
Voices cultivated to mollify or inflame, amalgamate
As credulous homo-sapiens swim chimerical seas
Bodies will be provided…Earthen sod divided
And wishes of avarice are fulfilled
Harbinger of “grave” days ahead
Three Minus Two Equals One
I love you…I’m sorry
Sleepy eyed proclamations…Late morning declarations
At “arms length”…the “eyes” have it
Ramparts… the morning paper
Six choruses of Recriminations
Vows of silence…acrimoniously performed
Invisible swords…adjective sharp
I love you…I’m sorry
Five words oft’ said ‘tween you and me
Let’s subtract two…and say evermore three
Sleepy eyed proclamations…Late morning declarations
At “arms length”…the “eyes” have it
Ramparts… the morning paper
Six choruses of Recriminations
Vows of silence…acrimoniously performed
Invisible swords…adjective sharp
I love you…I’m sorry
Five words oft’ said ‘tween you and me
Let’s subtract two…and say evermore three
If I Should Die Before I Wake ...
An anachronistic visitant, she buoyantly approaches
Leather sandals and toenails painted by Monet
Attired in long, flowering skirt and billowy peasant top
Strawberry blonde hair cascading atop slightly freckled shoulders
Thirty six years bewitchingly erased, enchanting my aging brain
And I awake, smiling, a rarity indeed
A flower from her hair fragrant on my pillow
Leather sandals and toenails painted by Monet
Attired in long, flowering skirt and billowy peasant top
Strawberry blonde hair cascading atop slightly freckled shoulders
Thirty six years bewitchingly erased, enchanting my aging brain
And I awake, smiling, a rarity indeed
A flower from her hair fragrant on my pillow
Every Second Tuesday at the Metaphysical Bar and Grill
“Revolution” played backwards…78 RPM
Circumference of the eight ball…Venutian in proportion
One legged men sat on three legged bar stools
Eleven bartenders poured seven and seven’s…upside down
She took a drag off her cigarette…blew me a heart-shaped smoke ring
A “leaner” on my pool cue…second hand smoked…uh huh!
Circumference of the eight ball…Venutian in proportion
One legged men sat on three legged bar stools
Eleven bartenders poured seven and seven’s…upside down
She took a drag off her cigarette…blew me a heart-shaped smoke ring
A “leaner” on my pool cue…second hand smoked…uh huh!
A Penchant for Enmity
Unfortunately Perdurable
Seemingly Endurable
From Sea to Sea…Shore to Shore
Humanity’s pastime…Unstaunched War
Long before Webster’s definition of When
The primordial beast rises again…and again
Again killing, maiming, arousing recreant cheers
Again soaking the ground in despairing tears
Scan the horizon…peer deeply my friend
There, on the frontier…War…once again
Seemingly Endurable
From Sea to Sea…Shore to Shore
Humanity’s pastime…Unstaunched War
Long before Webster’s definition of When
The primordial beast rises again…and again
Again killing, maiming, arousing recreant cheers
Again soaking the ground in despairing tears
Scan the horizon…peer deeply my friend
There, on the frontier…War…once again
Poe's Pond
Obsidian water reflects sad moon
The man on face appears to be crying
Sand and saw grass the lone wail of a loon
Lucidity slipping…no denying
Onyx polished aqua lies still before me
Glimmering, glistening, liquid graveyard
Ripple develops ‘neath aged oak tree
It’s moving toward me, ‘t is not a canard
Flapping, loud flapping, close wings of the owl
Startled, I cry out “God take me from here”
Water now parting, ‘t is something most foul
My heart pumps the sanguine essence of fear
Suspended by terror, I hold fast to shore
Emerging cadaverous…cold Lenore
The man on face appears to be crying
Sand and saw grass the lone wail of a loon
Lucidity slipping…no denying
Onyx polished aqua lies still before me
Glimmering, glistening, liquid graveyard
Ripple develops ‘neath aged oak tree
It’s moving toward me, ‘t is not a canard
Flapping, loud flapping, close wings of the owl
Startled, I cry out “God take me from here”
Water now parting, ‘t is something most foul
My heart pumps the sanguine essence of fear
Suspended by terror, I hold fast to shore
Emerging cadaverous…cold Lenore
Artful Acres
The country once prospered now it is torn
Prospects are dim for recently born
Elite are content, the poor are forlorn
All by debauched policy
The dying old folks on the wayward trapeze
Slip through safety net with greatest of ease
With spent hearts, bad hips and arthritic knees
‘T is such a sad sight to see
Fat cats and bureaucrats play a sweet song
The aged fall in line and whistle along
They’ve nothing to offer but a voting throng
Victims of adroit sophistry
For their country our seniors have worked and they’ve bled
Still dreaming of youth from stained and strained beds
The rapacious will celebrate when they are dead
Their mantra “less taxes for me”
Soooo…The dying old folks on the wayward trapeze
Cast old clouded eyes to a place called D.C.
They’ll soon realize the true meaning of “free”
And find rest ‘neath old shady trees
Prospects are dim for recently born
Elite are content, the poor are forlorn
All by debauched policy
The dying old folks on the wayward trapeze
Slip through safety net with greatest of ease
With spent hearts, bad hips and arthritic knees
‘T is such a sad sight to see
Fat cats and bureaucrats play a sweet song
The aged fall in line and whistle along
They’ve nothing to offer but a voting throng
Victims of adroit sophistry
For their country our seniors have worked and they’ve bled
Still dreaming of youth from stained and strained beds
The rapacious will celebrate when they are dead
Their mantra “less taxes for me”
Soooo…The dying old folks on the wayward trapeze
Cast old clouded eyes to a place called D.C.
They’ll soon realize the true meaning of “free”
And find rest ‘neath old shady trees
Old, Cold and Rolled
A “Rest Home” implies “Rest”
To relax and “Convalesce”
No revitalizing vacation
It’s the “Final Destination”
Frail limbs and Gasping breath
Smell of omnipresent Death
The callous treatment of poor
The “bailing out” of Wall St. “whores”
And whilst rich luxuriate
You blankly stare at plate
“Three squares” a bed…plus rent
Your last “Entitlement”
To relax and “Convalesce”
No revitalizing vacation
It’s the “Final Destination”
Frail limbs and Gasping breath
Smell of omnipresent Death
The callous treatment of poor
The “bailing out” of Wall St. “whores”
And whilst rich luxuriate
You blankly stare at plate
“Three squares” a bed…plus rent
Your last “Entitlement”
Long Distance Call
Upon wings of whimsy I fly from Earth
To faraway planet where malaise taboo
I experience naught save grand rebirth
Cast off shackles to write “letter” to you
“My darling forgive…the sudden retreat
The touch of your lips I already miss
Message shall one day wash up at your feet
Across black cosmic sea sealed with kiss”
A bottle of love shall cross comet’s tail
Perchance hitch a ride on rogue shooting star
As blue eyes affix on billowing sail
My ardor finds you atop a sand bar
Distant cosmos, awaits your arrival
Come to me my love, ‘t is our survival
To faraway planet where malaise taboo
I experience naught save grand rebirth
Cast off shackles to write “letter” to you
“My darling forgive…the sudden retreat
The touch of your lips I already miss
Message shall one day wash up at your feet
Across black cosmic sea sealed with kiss”
A bottle of love shall cross comet’s tail
Perchance hitch a ride on rogue shooting star
As blue eyes affix on billowing sail
My ardor finds you atop a sand bar
Distant cosmos, awaits your arrival
Come to me my love, ‘t is our survival
Payback
The sun burned black in a saffron sky
Tree branches “stretchhhed” skyward
As if hairs on the nape of a terrified neck
River currents surged backwards
Invisible straws sucking the Earth’s blood dry
A wailing sound intensified throughout the day
And that night the man in the moon howled despairingly
Melanoid eyes dripping cosmic tears
Tree branches “stretchhhed” skyward
As if hairs on the nape of a terrified neck
River currents surged backwards
Invisible straws sucking the Earth’s blood dry
A wailing sound intensified throughout the day
And that night the man in the moon howled despairingly
Melanoid eyes dripping cosmic tears
Blade Fade
Anguish grows bristled like stubble of beard
Smoothness of youthness succumbs to the nubs
To age without purpose is to be feared
The mirror reflects a life full of stubs
To circle, to circle, to circle…hell!
The clock half past life, if only I’d known
Years burned, lesson learned, “waste” has its own smell
Gray chin whiskers the lone crop that I’ve sown
Yesterdays hopes now grow white on my face
Dejection, frustration…sole company
A brain wrapped in barbed wire…pitiless place
The razor unable to set me free
Each day that I shave, the guy they call Dave
One more nick closer to meaningless grave
Smoothness of youthness succumbs to the nubs
To age without purpose is to be feared
The mirror reflects a life full of stubs
To circle, to circle, to circle…hell!
The clock half past life, if only I’d known
Years burned, lesson learned, “waste” has its own smell
Gray chin whiskers the lone crop that I’ve sown
Yesterdays hopes now grow white on my face
Dejection, frustration…sole company
A brain wrapped in barbed wire…pitiless place
The razor unable to set me free
Each day that I shave, the guy they call Dave
One more nick closer to meaningless grave
And in this Corner ....
Big, beefy, bad…entered the ring
Manners demurred…nails manicured
He carried briefcase… wore tons of "bling"
Emaciated, feeble, weak…struggling getting in
Rolling oxygen tank…his “Depends” kinda stank
Aged, sick, poor…constituting sin
Prosperity vs. Austerity…America goes for gold
Grasp or grub…Cane or Club…God has no use
For penurious old
Manners demurred…nails manicured
He carried briefcase… wore tons of "bling"
Emaciated, feeble, weak…struggling getting in
Rolling oxygen tank…his “Depends” kinda stank
Aged, sick, poor…constituting sin
Prosperity vs. Austerity…America goes for gold
Grasp or grub…Cane or Club…God has no use
For penurious old
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D.D.S. Less
In the land of Hershey’s Kisses
Giggling children merrily slide down
The “Rocky Road Mountains”
Chocolate blotted bottoms shimmy up
Delightful and delicious peppermint trees
Shimmering, icy streams of Soda Pop coalesce
Into languid lakes of liquid bubble gum
Dotted, with islands of jawbreakers
And the tooth fairy, Bicuspidora
Banishes the depravity of cavities,
Everlasting
Giggling children merrily slide down
The “Rocky Road Mountains”
Chocolate blotted bottoms shimmy up
Delightful and delicious peppermint trees
Shimmering, icy streams of Soda Pop coalesce
Into languid lakes of liquid bubble gum
Dotted, with islands of jawbreakers
And the tooth fairy, Bicuspidora
Banishes the depravity of cavities,
Everlasting
Dreams in the Dark
Is there no beauty to be found anymore
Hath mine eyes fore’er been blinded to such
A rainbow, a rose, the foam upon shore
The love inherent each time we touch
Delicate snowflake descends from black night
To nestle atop majestic pine tree
Sun rays give credence to why we have sight
Moonlight becomes you…enchanting to see
I live as turtle tucked into his shell
Colors and magic of life do escape
Regret, pain and worry, place where I dwell
No falling stars or a succulent grape
The Meadowlark’s song, soft sweet violin
God free me from hell…I’ve already been
Hath mine eyes fore’er been blinded to such
A rainbow, a rose, the foam upon shore
The love inherent each time we touch
Delicate snowflake descends from black night
To nestle atop majestic pine tree
Sun rays give credence to why we have sight
Moonlight becomes you…enchanting to see
I live as turtle tucked into his shell
Colors and magic of life do escape
Regret, pain and worry, place where I dwell
No falling stars or a succulent grape
The Meadowlark’s song, soft sweet violin
God free me from hell…I’ve already been
The Import of My Portent
Hath seen Black Swans glide on glassy water
The canny Raven eyes blinking in Sun
Wolves in moonlight search for mealtime fodder
The mole hears screech of owl, alas he’s done
Mighty Cobra strikes, death its calling card
Jaws of Crocodile, swallow child whole
The King of beasts makes life for Gazelle hard
Coal eye of Shark bares no aquatic soul
Cunning Fox eats eggs, Robin cobalt blue
Spider doth spin web, patient for the kill
I oft’ lie at night, thinking of young two
How shall I protect thee fore’er until
Hath seen Black Swans glide on glassy waters
‘T is Man I fear, I age…with two daughters
The canny Raven eyes blinking in Sun
Wolves in moonlight search for mealtime fodder
The mole hears screech of owl, alas he’s done
Mighty Cobra strikes, death its calling card
Jaws of Crocodile, swallow child whole
The King of beasts makes life for Gazelle hard
Coal eye of Shark bares no aquatic soul
Cunning Fox eats eggs, Robin cobalt blue
Spider doth spin web, patient for the kill
I oft’ lie at night, thinking of young two
How shall I protect thee fore’er until
Hath seen Black Swans glide on glassy waters
‘T is Man I fear, I age…with two daughters
Empire's Entitlements
Empire never sleeps…Empire never weeps
An Empire wages wars…on distant, foreign shores
To annex natural resources…from other people’s sources
Empire endorses autocratic…for purposes axiomatic
To hear Empire tell it…plug your ears and smell it
The Empire collects dues…the mantra is…"accrue"
Empire's end in fire…weakest on the pyre
An Empire wages wars…on distant, foreign shores
To annex natural resources…from other people’s sources
Empire endorses autocratic…for purposes axiomatic
To hear Empire tell it…plug your ears and smell it
The Empire collects dues…the mantra is…"accrue"
Empire's end in fire…weakest on the pyre
Rabbit Ears
Tuesday Weld was sitting on a barstool
Fats Domino was “Wurlitzing” us with “Blue Monday”
Joe Friday was working burglary detail in “Los Angeles, California”
The “boss” was the bartender who changed channels
Gomez was wild…Morticia was speaking French
Wednesday was playing with a three-headed gopher
Comin’ back Saturday…Elvis just got paid
Fats Domino was “Wurlitzing” us with “Blue Monday”
Joe Friday was working burglary detail in “Los Angeles, California”
The “boss” was the bartender who changed channels
Gomez was wild…Morticia was speaking French
Wednesday was playing with a three-headed gopher
Comin’ back Saturday…Elvis just got paid
Circular Sojourns in the Mind of Decaying Fruit
Rudderless, weightless, un-tethered, adrift
Blue sky, raging sea, calm meadow, black cloud
My essence of being in need of lift
Morale splattered, body tattered…not proud
Self-Pity comes knocking, I open door
He takes me on journey back to my youth
Unsolicited visits…I abhor
The past flies beyond the pillars of truth
Each day is a test, to reach tomorrow
Dates mean nothing…I calendar deny
Faux smiles conceal…depth of my sorrow
To claim contentment, would simply be lie
As escaped balloon makes way to the stars
I futilely struggle with mental bars
Blue sky, raging sea, calm meadow, black cloud
My essence of being in need of lift
Morale splattered, body tattered…not proud
Self-Pity comes knocking, I open door
He takes me on journey back to my youth
Unsolicited visits…I abhor
The past flies beyond the pillars of truth
Each day is a test, to reach tomorrow
Dates mean nothing…I calendar deny
Faux smiles conceal…depth of my sorrow
To claim contentment, would simply be lie
As escaped balloon makes way to the stars
I futilely struggle with mental bars
10, 2 and 4 will get you Five
A Dr.Pepper she sipped, leaning against the jukebox.
Hot wax personified. She had a classy chassis and Daddy felt like drivin'.
I ambled over, “It’s 10 now baby.
This 2 dollar bill says we blow this popsicle joint and I have you beddy-bye at 4.
She cooed, “I’m only sixteen…Atlas.”
“Damn arithmetic!”
Hot wax personified. She had a classy chassis and Daddy felt like drivin'.
I ambled over, “It’s 10 now baby.
This 2 dollar bill says we blow this popsicle joint and I have you beddy-bye at 4.
She cooed, “I’m only sixteen…Atlas.”
“Damn arithmetic!”
Trunk Junk
I lie on the cool yet dusty old floor
The house creaks beneath me as if alive
A handle slow turns on stained antique door
The candle blows out the flame can’t survive
Ebon air fills my lungs, silent am I
Door’s rusty hinges make audible squeak
A silhouette framed by terrified eye
My throat so tight, cannot scream, will not speak
Could that be an axe, held by twisted hand?
The old door swings closed, ‘tis just I and he
Footsteps draw closer just who is this man?
Or am I mistaken…is he a she?
In solace I’d lain in dust turbid attic
Forever my home…axiomatic
The house creaks beneath me as if alive
A handle slow turns on stained antique door
The candle blows out the flame can’t survive
Ebon air fills my lungs, silent am I
Door’s rusty hinges make audible squeak
A silhouette framed by terrified eye
My throat so tight, cannot scream, will not speak
Could that be an axe, held by twisted hand?
The old door swings closed, ‘tis just I and he
Footsteps draw closer just who is this man?
Or am I mistaken…is he a she?
In solace I’d lain in dust turbid attic
Forever my home…axiomatic
And They Vote, Too!
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste” …the old ad said
Six pillows, three remotes, lay across the bed
Eleven beer cans and a pizza box scattered ‘cross floor
Dale Earnhardt hung metaphorically on back of door
Larry the Cable Guy had the whole crowd in stitches
If it had been 1610 they'd be out burning witches
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste”
Held together with media paste
Six pillows, three remotes, lay across the bed
Eleven beer cans and a pizza box scattered ‘cross floor
Dale Earnhardt hung metaphorically on back of door
Larry the Cable Guy had the whole crowd in stitches
If it had been 1610 they'd be out burning witches
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste”
Held together with media paste
Bankroll Troll
The President with all sincerity
Announced Dow Jones our “official” deity
He then proceeded pulling from his pocket
Revered name of a man…called “Mark Stocket”
No coiffed, manicured Wall St. snob
More ambitious, perfidious than old Charles Schwabb
The man was a living embodiment…a testament
Human life in America was just an investment
Announced Dow Jones our “official” deity
He then proceeded pulling from his pocket
Revered name of a man…called “Mark Stocket”
No coiffed, manicured Wall St. snob
More ambitious, perfidious than old Charles Schwabb
The man was a living embodiment…a testament
Human life in America was just an investment
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Humans without Humanity?...say not
Devoid of compassion…hearts made of stone
Child of poverty forever begot
Befouled, defiled cruel world I beg…atone
Society sans scruples?...dog eat dog
Survival of the fittest…mantra rage
Death by neglect or agony of the flog
All coalesce on a history page
Civilization curtailed…greed deified
Strong equates with wealth, weak aligned with poor
Duplicity ‘tis cunning rife with lies
Scattered dreams of victims…oft’ bled and tore
Humans without Humanity…end times
Recorded midst the stars…horrific crimes
Devoid of compassion…hearts made of stone
Child of poverty forever begot
Befouled, defiled cruel world I beg…atone
Society sans scruples?...dog eat dog
Survival of the fittest…mantra rage
Death by neglect or agony of the flog
All coalesce on a history page
Civilization curtailed…greed deified
Strong equates with wealth, weak aligned with poor
Duplicity ‘tis cunning rife with lies
Scattered dreams of victims…oft’ bled and tore
Humans without Humanity…end times
Recorded midst the stars…horrific crimes
The Color of Tomorrow
The first thing I noticed, were that her eyes were
Blue
We ran through wet, knee high grass, which left our feet
Green
We made love in creaky old shack with leaky roof that was colored
Brown
As we left, billowing clouds parted, and I picked her a Daffodil shaded
Yellow
After spending sixty years together, the flame burned bright…hair long ago
White
Then, I died, our multi-hued world, our private colored haven from erasure fell
Black
Yet, as one rainstorm so must pass, it gives rise to still another magnificent, arching
Rainbow
And I await, blue eyes and green feet in brown shack, yellow Daffodil and hair tinged
Red
Onyx portent
Imperceptible on the joyous and distant horizon of youth, with yearning, kissable lips, parted
Pink
Blue
We ran through wet, knee high grass, which left our feet
Green
We made love in creaky old shack with leaky roof that was colored
Brown
As we left, billowing clouds parted, and I picked her a Daffodil shaded
Yellow
After spending sixty years together, the flame burned bright…hair long ago
White
Then, I died, our multi-hued world, our private colored haven from erasure fell
Black
Yet, as one rainstorm so must pass, it gives rise to still another magnificent, arching
Rainbow
And I await, blue eyes and green feet in brown shack, yellow Daffodil and hair tinged
Red
Onyx portent
Imperceptible on the joyous and distant horizon of youth, with yearning, kissable lips, parted
Pink
Heart ... Breaking News
President Huckabee, after signing the repeal of
“Obamacare” celebrated by announcing his own
Health care plan tentatively titled “Huck-a-Buck.”
The President, former Minister and still occasional
Fox News Pundit stated he has the cure for all that
“Ailes” us.
Effective immediately, all hospital televisions
Will show Fox News on a 24/7 basis. The new policy
has been euphemistically called “Yoo Tube.”
Copyright infractions may apply.
“Obamacare” celebrated by announcing his own
Health care plan tentatively titled “Huck-a-Buck.”
The President, former Minister and still occasional
Fox News Pundit stated he has the cure for all that
“Ailes” us.
Effective immediately, all hospital televisions
Will show Fox News on a 24/7 basis. The new policy
has been euphemistically called “Yoo Tube.”
Copyright infractions may apply.
Post Haste
Dear God, Will anguish never cease?
Hell on Earth, not akin to peace
War, injustice, corruption, we are rife
Thy “master plan” when you created life?
Famine, futility circumvent the globe
Are we furtively punished, as a man named Job?
Hearts reach skyward, for love and protection
Have your followers gone mad…time for introspection?
Hell on Earth, not akin to peace
War, injustice, corruption, we are rife
Thy “master plan” when you created life?
Famine, futility circumvent the globe
Are we furtively punished, as a man named Job?
Hearts reach skyward, for love and protection
Have your followers gone mad…time for introspection?
Draft Raft S.O.S.
The days grow shorter, my life does as well
Summer soon to end, no adventures had
With brush dipped in burden, I walk through hell
Painted in corner, soon I shall be mad
What shall life be like, when the mind is gone
Will weight suddenly be lifted from me?
Or new woe arrive, still the Devil’s pawn
Days of introspection, blackness I see
Self psyche examination tests the soul
Each day before mirror, I look for cracks
To die with sword in hand, that is my goal
One day sans worry, what I sorely lack
The stairs circle downward or so it seems
I live on hope by day, at night on dreams
Summer soon to end, no adventures had
With brush dipped in burden, I walk through hell
Painted in corner, soon I shall be mad
What shall life be like, when the mind is gone
Will weight suddenly be lifted from me?
Or new woe arrive, still the Devil’s pawn
Days of introspection, blackness I see
Self psyche examination tests the soul
Each day before mirror, I look for cracks
To die with sword in hand, that is my goal
One day sans worry, what I sorely lack
The stairs circle downward or so it seems
I live on hope by day, at night on dreams
Where's the Bathroom?
I walk alone…same house
47 years…gray sidewalk…gray hair
Creaking timbers…aching bones
Lines in my face…Cracked concrete
Five layers of wallpaper…Three layers of aging skin
New windows…same eyeballs
Fresh carpet…yellowed feet
Restoration…Ruination
Same walls…same hall…same door
I walk alone…same house…how many years more?
47 years…gray sidewalk…gray hair
Creaking timbers…aching bones
Lines in my face…Cracked concrete
Five layers of wallpaper…Three layers of aging skin
New windows…same eyeballs
Fresh carpet…yellowed feet
Restoration…Ruination
Same walls…same hall…same door
I walk alone…same house…how many years more?
Come Uppance
They ascended in anguished streams
Mortal queues of edacious, coined fodder
Gucci suits tear stained, blood splattered
Penny loafers, plush pumps fostered expansive blisters
Once opulent, soft hands pushed and pulled voraciously
The golden stairwell…transmuted into jagged rock
As the “Profli”…Gates of Heaven lie in charred ruins
Smoldering, squalid embers now forever searing
Mortal queues of edacious, coined fodder
Gucci suits tear stained, blood splattered
Penny loafers, plush pumps fostered expansive blisters
Once opulent, soft hands pushed and pulled voraciously
The golden stairwell…transmuted into jagged rock
As the “Profli”…Gates of Heaven lie in charred ruins
Smoldering, squalid embers now forever searing
Anabasis Stasis
We’ve embraced lust…for unjust
We’ve imprisoned fair…for domesticated despair
We’ve trained tragedy…for sanctioned insanity
Misery has been mastered…just merely plastered
Over
With Freemason pyramid…on back of dollar
With perdurable war…humanity so collared
We dance intimate…with suitor called greed
With Ray Bans we waltz…a blind eye to need
We’ve imprisoned fair…for domesticated despair
We’ve trained tragedy…for sanctioned insanity
Misery has been mastered…just merely plastered
Over
With Freemason pyramid…on back of dollar
With perdurable war…humanity so collared
We dance intimate…with suitor called greed
With Ray Bans we waltz…a blind eye to need
Phantasmagorical Gridlock
No such thing as a “Freeway”
Just the “Hard Way”
Intersections…then more intersections
Traffic jams…Clogged arteries
Four wheeled “bumper sticker receptacles”
I’m right…you’re left…out
Median strips…Medium rare
Off ramps…On ramps
“Will work for food”
Signs of the times…Tee times…Wind chimes
Tinkle, Tinkle…cold beer
Fore! Damn crosswalks
Just the “Hard Way”
Intersections…then more intersections
Traffic jams…Clogged arteries
Four wheeled “bumper sticker receptacles”
I’m right…you’re left…out
Median strips…Medium rare
Off ramps…On ramps
“Will work for food”
Signs of the times…Tee times…Wind chimes
Tinkle, Tinkle…cold beer
Fore! Damn crosswalks
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich
I long to be… boy again
Forgetting “now”… to dream of “when”
Making marks on kitchen wall
“Stretch…ing” to stand five feet tall
Float popsicle sticks down the gutter
Reading comics without shudder
Making ships, horses in sky
Calm, content as clouds float by
I long to be… boy again
Escaping the barbarity of men
Forgetting “now”… to dream of “when”
Making marks on kitchen wall
“Stretch…ing” to stand five feet tall
Float popsicle sticks down the gutter
Reading comics without shudder
Making ships, horses in sky
Calm, content as clouds float by
I long to be… boy again
Escaping the barbarity of men
Time's Up
A hungry owl’s silhouette etched on crimson, crescent moon
Unemployed crickets abandon chronologically outdated violin cases
Vernal and Autumnal Equinoxes synchronize antediluvian pocket watches
The fraternity of coyote’s and foxes officially proclaim “Oh thank heaven for 7/11”
Rabbit’s ears and rabbit’s feet demand congressional reparations
And seventeen aged Mayan men play checkers upon strange calendar
Unemployed crickets abandon chronologically outdated violin cases
Vernal and Autumnal Equinoxes synchronize antediluvian pocket watches
The fraternity of coyote’s and foxes officially proclaim “Oh thank heaven for 7/11”
Rabbit’s ears and rabbit’s feet demand congressional reparations
And seventeen aged Mayan men play checkers upon strange calendar
Crib Notes
“Two 45’s and an old 32
Party gets down at Midnight
You guys know what to do?
Like, we drive by real fast
And shoot into the crowd
Tunes will be bumpin’…won’t be that loud
Headlights are off, we like, crawl, back to our holes
Smoke a few blunts…then wait for the toll.”
Party gets down at Midnight
You guys know what to do?
Like, we drive by real fast
And shoot into the crowd
Tunes will be bumpin’…won’t be that loud
Headlights are off, we like, crawl, back to our holes
Smoke a few blunts…then wait for the toll.”
Loyal to a Fault
Pain and I had a long “talk” today
Pain said “suffer”… I did so obey
Pain knows no etiquette, has no manners
Pain “employs”…its daily planners
Pain “drops” in at any old time
Pain has become…a friend of mine
Whilst others tire of my anguished refrain
Pain has great “patience”…again and again
Pain said “suffer”… I did so obey
Pain knows no etiquette, has no manners
Pain “employs”…its daily planners
Pain “drops” in at any old time
Pain has become…a friend of mine
Whilst others tire of my anguished refrain
Pain has great “patience”…again and again
Driftwood
Anachronistic fragment…existential particle
Fleck…on speck…awaiting crow’s peck
A vessel of the infinitesimal…sun dial fugitive
Here today…gone……………………….?
Starlight, star bright…How many dots erased tonight?
Gray matter into dark matter…cognitive indigestion
Ah! A suggestion…forget the canned peaches
Stake out the beaches…solar solitude
Amidst ruins of ancient sand castles
Fleck…on speck…awaiting crow’s peck
A vessel of the infinitesimal…sun dial fugitive
Here today…gone……………………….?
Starlight, star bright…How many dots erased tonight?
Gray matter into dark matter…cognitive indigestion
Ah! A suggestion…forget the canned peaches
Stake out the beaches…solar solitude
Amidst ruins of ancient sand castles
Red Dog through Misty Eyes
One heart still beats
Where once beat two
I walk lonely trail
Without you
Your image fresh
In my mind
I know you must be
Close behind
The breeze that blew
Your red swept hair
I close my eyes
And see you there
My Dog, My Friend
Come back to me
Was through your eyes
That I did see
Was through your ears
The world I heard
Yet, we never spoke a word
One heart still beats
Where once did two
Can you hear me?
I’ll always hear you
Where once beat two
I walk lonely trail
Without you
Your image fresh
In my mind
I know you must be
Close behind
The breeze that blew
Your red swept hair
I close my eyes
And see you there
My Dog, My Friend
Come back to me
Was through your eyes
That I did see
Was through your ears
The world I heard
Yet, we never spoke a word
One heart still beats
Where once did two
Can you hear me?
I’ll always hear you
Auroraless ... Becomes Us
She drove Earth’s final causeway.
Wheels pulverizing yesterdays fragmented bones
A blazing orb hung low in the sky
Dante’s porchlight.
A solitary signal flashed red,
red meaning stop, red meaning hell.
And the bone dry retina of her eye
could see, to horizon and beyond,
many apples,
far, far, too many…
rotten to the core.
Wheels pulverizing yesterdays fragmented bones
A blazing orb hung low in the sky
Dante’s porchlight.
A solitary signal flashed red,
red meaning stop, red meaning hell.
And the bone dry retina of her eye
could see, to horizon and beyond,
many apples,
far, far, too many…
rotten to the core.
Cognitive Insights in to Bushy-Tailed Barbie
Blue tooth…eye pod
Painted teeth…killer bod
Enhanced breasts…nasal reduction
Botox fest…ass liposuction
Crimson lips…on straw she sucked
Abs drawn tight…tummy tucked
Sat on barstool…”Buy you a drink?”
She giggled, wiggled…”Now let me think”
Never claimed to be sage…shined light in her ear
Saw squirrel in cage
Painted teeth…killer bod
Enhanced breasts…nasal reduction
Botox fest…ass liposuction
Crimson lips…on straw she sucked
Abs drawn tight…tummy tucked
Sat on barstool…”Buy you a drink?”
She giggled, wiggled…”Now let me think”
Never claimed to be sage…shined light in her ear
Saw squirrel in cage
Living on the Banks of De-Nial
Sign said…Air pollution
America answered…Hemi solution
Sign said…Climate change
America answered…Eggheads are strange
Sign said…Fish are dying
America answered…The fish sticks are frying
Sign said…Oil will kill
America answered…Drill, baby drill
Sign said…Obesity’s deadly
America answered…super size me already
Sign said…STOP!
America answered…NOT!
America answered…Hemi solution
Sign said…Climate change
America answered…Eggheads are strange
Sign said…Fish are dying
America answered…The fish sticks are frying
Sign said…Oil will kill
America answered…Drill, baby drill
Sign said…Obesity’s deadly
America answered…super size me already
Sign said…STOP!
America answered…NOT!
Backdoor Breeding
Blue blood…imbibing
Bum…enters bar
“Buy ya’ a drink?
Blood boy says…sure!
Bum’s got bankroll
Blue dude’s intrigued
After eleven rounds
Bum is fatigued
He’s an old timer
Clothes kinda smelly
Blue guy slithers out…like petroleum jelly
Bum red-eyes the exit…then slightly frowns
“Now I know why…it’s called trickle down.”
Bum…enters bar
“Buy ya’ a drink?
Blood boy says…sure!
Bum’s got bankroll
Blue dude’s intrigued
After eleven rounds
Bum is fatigued
He’s an old timer
Clothes kinda smelly
Blue guy slithers out…like petroleum jelly
Bum red-eyes the exit…then slightly frowns
“Now I know why…it’s called trickle down.”
Soylentil Green
Tastes like ham…spreads like jam
Perfect with corn or peas
Please Grandma…seconds please!
Versatile as you wish
Main entrée or side dish
Place on toast…warm muffin
Umm! Can I have some?
Delicious breakfast treat
Ditch the O’s…have some meat
Adaptable for use in pie
Just watch out for that errant eye
Perfect with corn or peas
Please Grandma…seconds please!
Versatile as you wish
Main entrée or side dish
Place on toast…warm muffin
Umm! Can I have some?
Delicious breakfast treat
Ditch the O’s…have some meat
Adaptable for use in pie
Just watch out for that errant eye
Defender of the Realm
He was, “The Defender of the Realm”
his “lion like” countenance
only matched by the mighty heart
that beat beneath his red breast.
He was neither man…nor beast
and occupied a singular plane of existence
known only to himself.
His thoughts and actions were,
to the extent of the possible, his and his alone.
Others of his species were tolerated,
lesser creatures to be indulged, or ignored,
his…would be the final...agreement.
‘T is quite possible,
after knowing him,
to believe he was the reincarnation
of a stately prince or noble king,
for that is the manner in which he conducted himself.
His walk was that of both refinement and dignity
somehow combined with that
of the self-assured soldier,
his mission always clear, his vision forever focused.
He “endured” this particular “resting place”
where his was not the cardinal voice
of authority.
Yet, occasionally,
the frivolity of youthful intent
betrayed the regal gaze
and the warrior’s steely glance,
and the simple joy of “being” descended upon him,
as he ran across rain dampened grass
or spotted something of interest on the horizon.
He was both intuitive and impatient,
malcontent and devoted,
with acrobatic skills that only enhanced
the fearlessness of his very nature.
Yet, despite all the seeming links
to royal lineage, it was love…
love of his home, love of his family
that will keep him in the hearts
of those who now go on without him.
For myself, he shall eternally remain “alive,”
astride in my soul,
his courage staring down his final days an inspiration,
his thunderous bark
evermore to resonate within the
small domain I was privileged to share with him.
He was uniquely handsome in appearance,
a stalwart example of outstanding caninesmanship,
and life without him shall leave a perdurable hole
that can only be filled with tears.
Ours was a bond forged on the trails of life,
cold and foggy, wind blown and sun beaten
as we traveled parallel trajectories
to our ultimate destinations.
May God grant my wish that he awaits me,
wherever that may be, fresh and rejuvenated,
smiling in his own inimitable fashion,
teeth waiting to gnaw the leash we shall
never need,
for tomorrow’s trails will surely be un-tethered.
His spot at the window is vacant now
our domain’s intruders
once again walk in shadows undetected
after many years of unswerving surveillance.
His vigilant eyes now scan new perspectives
and I shall join him one day,
personal agonies of the past alleviated,
if the embracing winds of good fortune
lift me in their gracious embrace
and carry me aloft to once again have him at my side.
I love you old friend,
my dog, Butch.
his “lion like” countenance
only matched by the mighty heart
that beat beneath his red breast.
He was neither man…nor beast
and occupied a singular plane of existence
known only to himself.
His thoughts and actions were,
to the extent of the possible, his and his alone.
Others of his species were tolerated,
lesser creatures to be indulged, or ignored,
his…would be the final...agreement.
‘T is quite possible,
after knowing him,
to believe he was the reincarnation
of a stately prince or noble king,
for that is the manner in which he conducted himself.
His walk was that of both refinement and dignity
somehow combined with that
of the self-assured soldier,
his mission always clear, his vision forever focused.
He “endured” this particular “resting place”
where his was not the cardinal voice
of authority.
Yet, occasionally,
the frivolity of youthful intent
betrayed the regal gaze
and the warrior’s steely glance,
and the simple joy of “being” descended upon him,
as he ran across rain dampened grass
or spotted something of interest on the horizon.
He was both intuitive and impatient,
malcontent and devoted,
with acrobatic skills that only enhanced
the fearlessness of his very nature.
Yet, despite all the seeming links
to royal lineage, it was love…
love of his home, love of his family
that will keep him in the hearts
of those who now go on without him.
For myself, he shall eternally remain “alive,”
astride in my soul,
his courage staring down his final days an inspiration,
his thunderous bark
evermore to resonate within the
small domain I was privileged to share with him.
He was uniquely handsome in appearance,
a stalwart example of outstanding caninesmanship,
and life without him shall leave a perdurable hole
that can only be filled with tears.
Ours was a bond forged on the trails of life,
cold and foggy, wind blown and sun beaten
as we traveled parallel trajectories
to our ultimate destinations.
May God grant my wish that he awaits me,
wherever that may be, fresh and rejuvenated,
smiling in his own inimitable fashion,
teeth waiting to gnaw the leash we shall
never need,
for tomorrow’s trails will surely be un-tethered.
His spot at the window is vacant now
our domain’s intruders
once again walk in shadows undetected
after many years of unswerving surveillance.
His vigilant eyes now scan new perspectives
and I shall join him one day,
personal agonies of the past alleviated,
if the embracing winds of good fortune
lift me in their gracious embrace
and carry me aloft to once again have him at my side.
I love you old friend,
my dog, Butch.
Yellow Paged
With each and every exhaled breath
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, the old clock marches on
I draw one step closer to my own death
‘Til my shadow resting on wall is gone
He’s oft’ maligned the so-called “Grim Reaper”
Ne’er eating, ne’er sleeping, adorned in black
Lives alone…an existential creeper
Arrival oft’ sudden…no time to pack
Located his name in telephone book
The message said “out, call you back later”
I hastily placed phone back on the hook
My mind fixated on six feet of crater
True to his word he indeed did call back
Seemed almost remorseful, zippering sack
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, the old clock marches on
I draw one step closer to my own death
‘Til my shadow resting on wall is gone
He’s oft’ maligned the so-called “Grim Reaper”
Ne’er eating, ne’er sleeping, adorned in black
Lives alone…an existential creeper
Arrival oft’ sudden…no time to pack
Located his name in telephone book
The message said “out, call you back later”
I hastily placed phone back on the hook
My mind fixated on six feet of crater
True to his word he indeed did call back
Seemed almost remorseful, zippering sack
Hook, Line and Sinkered
War, War, War
Taxes, Taxes, Taxes
Foreclosure bamboozlers…Credit card maxes
Financial larcenists…Fraud legal minds
Perfidious politicians…Covering their “lobbied” behinds
Richest 1%, own half the nations wealth
Convincing the obtuse…it’s just a matter of health
Pernicious plutocrats… oh they love to wave flag
And those without yachts…get left holding the bag
Taxes, Taxes, Taxes
Foreclosure bamboozlers…Credit card maxes
Financial larcenists…Fraud legal minds
Perfidious politicians…Covering their “lobbied” behinds
Richest 1%, own half the nations wealth
Convincing the obtuse…it’s just a matter of health
Pernicious plutocrats… oh they love to wave flag
And those without yachts…get left holding the bag
Hot Rod Reaper
Thinking I might, test drive…death
Smell the snarky salesman’s…breath
Stroll around…see what they got
Personage ends…in parking lot
Kick the tires…adjust seat
Corpus Delicti…hitting the street
Cruise around…laughing at time
Then tell the dude…changed my mind
Got the itch…for a sales pitch
Cat convinced me…sonofabitch!
Smell the snarky salesman’s…breath
Stroll around…see what they got
Personage ends…in parking lot
Kick the tires…adjust seat
Corpus Delicti…hitting the street
Cruise around…laughing at time
Then tell the dude…changed my mind
Got the itch…for a sales pitch
Cat convinced me…sonofabitch!
Flora Tells Fauna ... No!
He woke up horny
She was born thorny
Her beauty was unmatched
In a bed gone dethatched
His advances were rejected
With a resounding thud
Her limbs arched so graceful
And she bore balmy bud
He stepped out each day
Sans hat, gloves and clothes
‘T was absurd from the beginning
A Toad and a Rose
She was born thorny
Her beauty was unmatched
In a bed gone dethatched
His advances were rejected
With a resounding thud
Her limbs arched so graceful
And she bore balmy bud
He stepped out each day
Sans hat, gloves and clothes
‘T was absurd from the beginning
A Toad and a Rose
Marching Orders
The gravid imprint
of the tyrant’s boots is
once again
planted upon the shores of altruism
Brown shirts,
formerly adorned by the defiled,
Torn and buried…are unearthed, mended and
freshly laundered.
Goosesteps raise gooseflesh
on those who remember
as echoes drift across time
from the Burgerbrau-Keller.
The “putsch” begins anew
and “The Protocols of the Wise Men of Zion”
renew their assault
on the dignity of humanity.
of the tyrant’s boots is
once again
planted upon the shores of altruism
Brown shirts,
formerly adorned by the defiled,
Torn and buried…are unearthed, mended and
freshly laundered.
Goosesteps raise gooseflesh
on those who remember
as echoes drift across time
from the Burgerbrau-Keller.
The “putsch” begins anew
and “The Protocols of the Wise Men of Zion”
renew their assault
on the dignity of humanity.
Forlorned
The Buzzard has replaced the Eagle
Old and penurious are penned in denuded pastures
Pennies are placed on the eyes of dying children
Ivory towers morph into Gilded Enclaves
Justice becomes a lexiconical anachronism
Money, death, pirouette upon golden plateaus
The rattlesnake and scorpion drink the blood of roses
And love is incarcerated…for loitering
Old and penurious are penned in denuded pastures
Pennies are placed on the eyes of dying children
Ivory towers morph into Gilded Enclaves
Justice becomes a lexiconical anachronism
Money, death, pirouette upon golden plateaus
The rattlesnake and scorpion drink the blood of roses
And love is incarcerated…for loitering
Dog Log (A Sonnet for Butch)
Love cut me yesterday…down to the bone
Ardor is two sided razor sharp knife
As day unfolded I was not alone
We bled tears together…me and my wife
Is ‘t better to not love?…sparing of heart
To shun deep attachment…remain aloof?
We clung tight together knowing from start
The query was solved by long ago woof
Love is butterflies fluttering inside
Or begrimed region… a self-imposed hell
Wings of contentment…jubilant ride
‘Til death do us part…dear God, ghastly smell
To love is to be loved…that’s what some say
I know that is true…trails of yesterday
Ardor is two sided razor sharp knife
As day unfolded I was not alone
We bled tears together…me and my wife
Is ‘t better to not love?…sparing of heart
To shun deep attachment…remain aloof?
We clung tight together knowing from start
The query was solved by long ago woof
Love is butterflies fluttering inside
Or begrimed region… a self-imposed hell
Wings of contentment…jubilant ride
‘Til death do us part…dear God, ghastly smell
To love is to be loved…that’s what some say
I know that is true…trails of yesterday
Clonepone
Year 2019: it was detected
Ugly people: irrationally rejected
Women: Blonde hair, long legs, maximum cleavage
Men: Square chin, broad grin, show no bereavage
Whitened teeth, flawless skin, abs, pecs, and thighs
Cute giggles, hot wiggles, oohs, ahhs and sighs
Blue eyes recommended, not absolute must
Ready for your interview?
You’re not ugly I trust
Ugly people: irrationally rejected
Women: Blonde hair, long legs, maximum cleavage
Men: Square chin, broad grin, show no bereavage
Whitened teeth, flawless skin, abs, pecs, and thighs
Cute giggles, hot wiggles, oohs, ahhs and sighs
Blue eyes recommended, not absolute must
Ready for your interview?
You’re not ugly I trust
Say Cheese
I’ve misplaced my smile, ‘tis been quite a while
Since hearty laughter came forth from my mouth
Middle aged and doleful constitutes trial
My hope flows North whilst my mirth travels South
With trepidation…stern consternation
I face each new day face crafted like stone
Untold tribulation…lasting damnation
The man who so grieves is the man alone
Toothy young people with infectious grins
Attempt to inject some joy in my veins
I stroke on my gray beard hiding two chins
With falsely curled lips concealing my pain
My smile’s been redrawn ‘tis now upside down
Wiser, sadder… a perpetual frown
Since hearty laughter came forth from my mouth
Middle aged and doleful constitutes trial
My hope flows North whilst my mirth travels South
With trepidation…stern consternation
I face each new day face crafted like stone
Untold tribulation…lasting damnation
The man who so grieves is the man alone
Toothy young people with infectious grins
Attempt to inject some joy in my veins
I stroke on my gray beard hiding two chins
With falsely curled lips concealing my pain
My smile’s been redrawn ‘tis now upside down
Wiser, sadder… a perpetual frown
Two-Teared ... Cake
Nations, peoples topped by uber wealthy
Roots in antiquity… been proven unhealthy
Class warfare? Class warfare? Elites so bemoan
Deaf, dumb and blind to “vassal like” groans
Layer upon layer…”rich” gooey frosting
The bottom is bleeding…”no worries” what it’s costing
Plutocrats, Oligarchs, Mollycoddled, crass fakes
New motto, sans lotto, “Let ‘em eat cake”
Roots in antiquity… been proven unhealthy
Class warfare? Class warfare? Elites so bemoan
Deaf, dumb and blind to “vassal like” groans
Layer upon layer…”rich” gooey frosting
The bottom is bleeding…”no worries” what it’s costing
Plutocrats, Oligarchs, Mollycoddled, crass fakes
New motto, sans lotto, “Let ‘em eat cake”
Jaundiced Journalism
Propaganda is NEWS…bears the birthmark infotainment
The Casey Anthony trial…Al-Quieda containment
Now,
The “showers” are over so hand out the stogies
Yachtsters are waiting and investing-class fogies
Fox News had a baby…hard to say exactly when
But here’s the twist…it does exist
And they’ve named the little “darling”
CNN
The Casey Anthony trial…Al-Quieda containment
Now,
The “showers” are over so hand out the stogies
Yachtsters are waiting and investing-class fogies
Fox News had a baby…hard to say exactly when
But here’s the twist…it does exist
And they’ve named the little “darling”
CNN
Garden Spider
Garden spider spoke to me…at my front door
Said “Dude, I dig the layout, can I spin my silky pad?”
“That’s copasetic,” I replied, “spin your heart’s galore”
He answered, “Man, that’s heavy, you’re gonna dig it…Dad”
My new “son” caught lots of flies, he did more than all right
I saved him for my mother-in-law…to open Xmas night
Said “Dude, I dig the layout, can I spin my silky pad?”
“That’s copasetic,” I replied, “spin your heart’s galore”
He answered, “Man, that’s heavy, you’re gonna dig it…Dad”
My new “son” caught lots of flies, he did more than all right
I saved him for my mother-in-law…to open Xmas night
Second Feature Laptop
Can you download that first kiss?
Taste left on your lips
The tattered Chevy skimming on four “maypops”
Giggles from the trunk motorin’ to the Drive-In
Keeping your own score at the bowling alley
That decayed flower staining your yearbook
Warm tiny fingers clutching yours the first time
That on Facebook? Not hardly…Pilgrim
Taste left on your lips
The tattered Chevy skimming on four “maypops”
Giggles from the trunk motorin’ to the Drive-In
Keeping your own score at the bowling alley
That decayed flower staining your yearbook
Warm tiny fingers clutching yours the first time
That on Facebook? Not hardly…Pilgrim
In th Still ... of the Night
Alive! Alive! They take me to my grave
Fingers bloodied…the lid is nailed on tight
Can’t someone hear me! ‘T is life you can save
Whoe’er heard of funeral at midnight
Owl watches aloof, his eyes reflecting
Frenzied digging in moldy moistened ground
A rat screams in pain…the owls detecting
Inside my tomb I hear its anguished sound
Movement now I am lowered into hole
Shovels of earth reverberate within
I shall lie reposed on dew moistened knoll
Oh Lord forgive me of my foolish sin
Livin’ on the run, now I’ll get some rest
Moonshiners etiquette…just lucky I guess
Fingers bloodied…the lid is nailed on tight
Can’t someone hear me! ‘T is life you can save
Whoe’er heard of funeral at midnight
Owl watches aloof, his eyes reflecting
Frenzied digging in moldy moistened ground
A rat screams in pain…the owls detecting
Inside my tomb I hear its anguished sound
Movement now I am lowered into hole
Shovels of earth reverberate within
I shall lie reposed on dew moistened knoll
Oh Lord forgive me of my foolish sin
Livin’ on the run, now I’ll get some rest
Moonshiners etiquette…just lucky I guess
Cereal Killer
Lucky Charms…Smacks and Trix
His “confectionary dictionary”
Did not…include Kix
They’ve now got him locked up
“Miller the Spiller”
A “goon with a spoon”
Some folks say…not a moment too soon
A “bowl filler”…a “tooth killer”
And like those of his ilk
Dude got twenty years
Corn Flakes and no milk
His “confectionary dictionary”
Did not…include Kix
They’ve now got him locked up
“Miller the Spiller”
A “goon with a spoon”
Some folks say…not a moment too soon
A “bowl filler”…a “tooth killer”
And like those of his ilk
Dude got twenty years
Corn Flakes and no milk
Let It Ride
Tip of tallest tree, my love lives for thee
Stout waves crashing shore, my love stronger more
Across great divide, my love doth reside
Where’er you may be, my love surrounds thee
The brightest star in black ink of night
The sleepy eyes as I switch off the light
The little things only you can do right
The goose pimples felt when holding you tight
On bleak, dreary days my love in the air
Please part the dark clouds, you’ll find my love there
With only you dear, my love I shall share
You blessed angel, my love lady faire
Till enduring hour entering heaven
Let the dice drop, “our” love equals seven
Stout waves crashing shore, my love stronger more
Across great divide, my love doth reside
Where’er you may be, my love surrounds thee
The brightest star in black ink of night
The sleepy eyes as I switch off the light
The little things only you can do right
The goose pimples felt when holding you tight
On bleak, dreary days my love in the air
Please part the dark clouds, you’ll find my love there
With only you dear, my love I shall share
You blessed angel, my love lady faire
Till enduring hour entering heaven
Let the dice drop, “our” love equals seven
Deja Voo-Doo
Trapped in a body I cannot correct
In both time and place I do not belong
How I arrived here I do so suspect
Was hence desired somehow all along
Fate is a road that has one direction
No turnarounds, U-turns, only one end
The road now narrow, t’is my detection
Sunlight obscured, I drive on without friend
A tall man in black robe points out the way
His face is pale gaunt, his eyes are ablaze
My lips are now frozen, I’ve naught to say
Infinity finds me mired in daze
Car plunges off cliff, yet I “know” that smell
Back where I started, a place known as Hell
In both time and place I do not belong
How I arrived here I do so suspect
Was hence desired somehow all along
Fate is a road that has one direction
No turnarounds, U-turns, only one end
The road now narrow, t’is my detection
Sunlight obscured, I drive on without friend
A tall man in black robe points out the way
His face is pale gaunt, his eyes are ablaze
My lips are now frozen, I’ve naught to say
Infinity finds me mired in daze
Car plunges off cliff, yet I “know” that smell
Back where I started, a place known as Hell
The Dysfunctional Compunctional Square Dance
There’s a “FOX” in the hen house
Where the Congress goes to roost
And when it fails to lay an egg
They receive a ratings boost
Ailes and his pestilential acolytes
Have scant concern for our people or our borders
They simply want to shout “Sieg Heil”
And issue America’s marching orders
Where the Congress goes to roost
And when it fails to lay an egg
They receive a ratings boost
Ailes and his pestilential acolytes
Have scant concern for our people or our borders
They simply want to shout “Sieg Heil”
And issue America’s marching orders
Eternal Spring
Aeschylus had proof
“First casualty of war…Truth”
Yet, whilst we speak…perdurable war
Begging your indulgence...few “casualties” more
“Justice”…bleeds unjust death
“Self-Aggrandizement” draws propitious breath
“Equality” imbibes “Sanguine” wine
“Hatred”… “Bigotry” blithely entwine
“Insanity” doth reign supreme
“Life” transformed…forlorn dream
But most devastatingly buried with truth
Inconceivable, Irretrievable…Precious “Youth”
“First casualty of war…Truth”
Yet, whilst we speak…perdurable war
Begging your indulgence...few “casualties” more
“Justice”…bleeds unjust death
“Self-Aggrandizement” draws propitious breath
“Equality” imbibes “Sanguine” wine
“Hatred”… “Bigotry” blithely entwine
“Insanity” doth reign supreme
“Life” transformed…forlorn dream
But most devastatingly buried with truth
Inconceivable, Irretrievable…Precious “Youth”
Peace-Pipe Dream
Pure, still waters, wind whispering in trees
The predatory wolf, howls at the moon
I tend to dwindling campfire, on my knees
Nearby I’m watched by mischievous raccoon
Sage and wised owl peers down from branches strong
Silent padding fox, skirts my encampment
Cautious doe, young fawn do not linger long
Leary of man, kinship with entrapment
Through clearing in trees, meteor flies past
Curling smoke from fire, makes trail to the stars
Upon silent lake, splashes moonlit bass
City sounds mute, no neon flashing bars
Did tribes of America…have this life?
Can we join you Red Cloud…me and my wife?
The predatory wolf, howls at the moon
I tend to dwindling campfire, on my knees
Nearby I’m watched by mischievous raccoon
Sage and wised owl peers down from branches strong
Silent padding fox, skirts my encampment
Cautious doe, young fawn do not linger long
Leary of man, kinship with entrapment
Through clearing in trees, meteor flies past
Curling smoke from fire, makes trail to the stars
Upon silent lake, splashes moonlit bass
City sounds mute, no neon flashing bars
Did tribes of America…have this life?
Can we join you Red Cloud…me and my wife?
No Son of the Sun
I am night, I am darkness, shadows black
Life giving rays of sun, cannot find me
Forlorn, my head, metaphorical sack
To sleep to escape…only time I’m free
Existence ‘neath hood, not of my choosing
Fingers reach for stars, merely gather dust
To fight when one is blind, invites losing
Alternatives none…I do what I must
Somewhere voodoo man, sticks needles and pins
He lives in the pit, of my conscience fears
Punished daily, undocumented sins
Each minute is day… Each day one more year
Ailments many, my hood constricts my sight
Life’s shadow, I am darkness, I… am night
Life giving rays of sun, cannot find me
Forlorn, my head, metaphorical sack
To sleep to escape…only time I’m free
Existence ‘neath hood, not of my choosing
Fingers reach for stars, merely gather dust
To fight when one is blind, invites losing
Alternatives none…I do what I must
Somewhere voodoo man, sticks needles and pins
He lives in the pit, of my conscience fears
Punished daily, undocumented sins
Each minute is day… Each day one more year
Ailments many, my hood constricts my sight
Life’s shadow, I am darkness, I… am night
One Born Every Minute
Fought the wars…done the chores
Abrogated Plutocrat laxes…Raised “human capital”
Paid our taxes…The avaricious “idle rich”
Playing game… “bait and switch”
Penthouse suites...fat behinds
Plumbing depths…parochial minds
“Degenerate…just like me…living in luxury
So tuck brains…back to sleep
Allowing my pernicious schemes
I’ll “trickle down” in your dreams
Abrogated Plutocrat laxes…Raised “human capital”
Paid our taxes…The avaricious “idle rich”
Playing game… “bait and switch”
Penthouse suites...fat behinds
Plumbing depths…parochial minds
“Degenerate…just like me…living in luxury
So tuck brains…back to sleep
Allowing my pernicious schemes
I’ll “trickle down” in your dreams
Time X'ed
Tick Tock...Clock spinning
Tock Tick…Time winning
Each Nod…Every Wink
Circle contracts…Yesterday’s link
Time a mountain…nonstop top
Upon arriving…Time shan’t stop
So I Rest…Rasping breath
Staring at…My impending death
Tick Tock…Tock Tick
Mountain’s peak…Comes quick
Scatter my ashes…’T isn’t a crime
Ethereal Knock …Out of Time
Tock Tick…Time winning
Each Nod…Every Wink
Circle contracts…Yesterday’s link
Time a mountain…nonstop top
Upon arriving…Time shan’t stop
So I Rest…Rasping breath
Staring at…My impending death
Tick Tock…Tock Tick
Mountain’s peak…Comes quick
Scatter my ashes…’T isn’t a crime
Ethereal Knock …Out of Time
Serendipitous Sea
She hath hands for holding, soft lips for kissing
Her so gentle heart long ago stole mine
Each moment apart ‘tis her I’m missing
The sound her dear voice like nectar from vine
When seas roll stormy… anchor I cling to
Her amour fine claret…coursing my veins
A rose so sweet…hath fragrance “I love you”
An island of peace in world filled with pain
What angel blessed me that I should have her?
‘T was heaven sent cloud dropped ballast that day
Each time she departs aroma of myrrh
I squeeze eyes tightly and silently pray
“Come home my darling…be with me again
Today, Tomorrow, Forever and then…”
Her so gentle heart long ago stole mine
Each moment apart ‘tis her I’m missing
The sound her dear voice like nectar from vine
When seas roll stormy… anchor I cling to
Her amour fine claret…coursing my veins
A rose so sweet…hath fragrance “I love you”
An island of peace in world filled with pain
What angel blessed me that I should have her?
‘T was heaven sent cloud dropped ballast that day
Each time she departs aroma of myrrh
I squeeze eyes tightly and silently pray
“Come home my darling…be with me again
Today, Tomorrow, Forever and then…”
Master Card or Visa
They “privatized” the library
They “privatized” the schools
They “ostracized”…public employees
Who needs their “civic" tools?
They “privatized” fire crews
They “privatized” the parks
They “downsized” the police
Now we’ve “speed bumps” in the dark
The Country Club is off limits
To the “Average Joe”
Gates secure…Security tight
It's “PRIVATE”…don’t you know
They “privatized” the schools
They “ostracized”…public employees
Who needs their “civic" tools?
They “privatized” fire crews
They “privatized” the parks
They “downsized” the police
Now we’ve “speed bumps” in the dark
The Country Club is off limits
To the “Average Joe”
Gates secure…Security tight
It's “PRIVATE”…don’t you know
Stacked Deck
Why must my body be so tormented?
As to render this life a living hell
Hath many lived blissfully contented?
When one is but young, can others so tell?
‘T is adversity mapped...day we are born?
Intrinsic pathway...perdurable curse
Marked with a shadow that cannot be shorn
To die in womb or by inches...what’s worse?
Agony inside oft’ hard to detect
To suffer in silence...strange sense of pride
Lines on my face, expression I suspect
Effects of malaise...’T is noisy outside
Some postulate you play cards you are dealt
Solitaire serves if they feel what you’ve felt
As to render this life a living hell
Hath many lived blissfully contented?
When one is but young, can others so tell?
‘T is adversity mapped...day we are born?
Intrinsic pathway...perdurable curse
Marked with a shadow that cannot be shorn
To die in womb or by inches...what’s worse?
Agony inside oft’ hard to detect
To suffer in silence...strange sense of pride
Lines on my face, expression I suspect
Effects of malaise...’T is noisy outside
Some postulate you play cards you are dealt
Solitaire serves if they feel what you’ve felt
Sour Hour
Uncle Sam setting up “Lemon-aide Stands”
Trolling for nickels… lend a helping hand
Exxon-Mobil and G.E., told him “Private Property”
The Yachting class on the dock
Told the old dude… “take a walk”
Sam was distraught…was altruism a crime?
So he set up on Wall St. …and didn’t make a dime
Trolling for nickels… lend a helping hand
Exxon-Mobil and G.E., told him “Private Property”
The Yachting class on the dock
Told the old dude… “take a walk”
Sam was distraught…was altruism a crime?
So he set up on Wall St. …and didn’t make a dime
Will Call
I lay still in black room…flat on my back
Left ear receiving transmissions from hell
No mercy, No quarter…No light through crack
Pungent odor abounds…’T is death…I smell
Each night I await him…scythe in cold grip
His foreboding shadow…etched upon wall
Soon we shall sail on his vast ghostly ship
‘T is my only escape…from life’s cruel pall
Heart without hope, no release and no you
Elicits terror I’ve not known before
Perdition daily, ‘tis no life ‘tis true
I lay still in black room…steps on the floor!
Goodbye my darling, here I ne’er belonged
If only we’d time…for one final song
Left ear receiving transmissions from hell
No mercy, No quarter…No light through crack
Pungent odor abounds…’T is death…I smell
Each night I await him…scythe in cold grip
His foreboding shadow…etched upon wall
Soon we shall sail on his vast ghostly ship
‘T is my only escape…from life’s cruel pall
Heart without hope, no release and no you
Elicits terror I’ve not known before
Perdition daily, ‘tis no life ‘tis true
I lay still in black room…steps on the floor!
Goodbye my darling, here I ne’er belonged
If only we’d time…for one final song
Forever One ... 'neath the Sun
Grassy hills and mountain tops do await
A Monarch butterfly floats on a breeze
I am here five hundred years too, too late
Pain of modernity up to my knees
Lush meadows, babbling brooks, God’s stepping stones
Lead to small campfire, smoke gets in mine eyes
Up on the hill, are my ancestors bones
They dance to the sound of a newborn’s cries
My woman and I traversed many lives
Shadow of the Sphinx, empire known as Rome
Souls tight intertwined our love so doth thrive
Spirits on the wind, searching for a home
In this place we breathe…with sturdy brave tribe
Dreams of destiny…fate will so ascribe
A Monarch butterfly floats on a breeze
I am here five hundred years too, too late
Pain of modernity up to my knees
Lush meadows, babbling brooks, God’s stepping stones
Lead to small campfire, smoke gets in mine eyes
Up on the hill, are my ancestors bones
They dance to the sound of a newborn’s cries
My woman and I traversed many lives
Shadow of the Sphinx, empire known as Rome
Souls tight intertwined our love so doth thrive
Spirits on the wind, searching for a home
In this place we breathe…with sturdy brave tribe
Dreams of destiny…fate will so ascribe
Private Eyed
She wore tight yellow dress… it was “exquisitely revealing”
So I drained shot of rye…and said “Let’s begin peeling”
In her fifth avenue handbag…she was concealing
A 38.caliber…through left orb sent me reeling
Moral of story…cranial ventilation’s no fun
And make sure the second wife…never talks to number one
So I drained shot of rye…and said “Let’s begin peeling”
In her fifth avenue handbag…she was concealing
A 38.caliber…through left orb sent me reeling
Moral of story…cranial ventilation’s no fun
And make sure the second wife…never talks to number one
D-Gone
Murder most heinous, ‘tis murder most foul
Have I gone mad, sold the devil my soul?
Down in cellar…icy steel of my trowel
Dislodging wall and preparing a hole
Sly crow, caw-caw…now he doth laugh at me
His glinting eye peeks through smudged basement glass
My secret now his, so “mine” becomes we
He ascends towards moon…I reflect on past
We once bloomed happy, two lips pressed in spring
Those days long gone…I gather mortar…brick
‘Twas poetic your walk, bliss when you’d sing
I work in silence, shadow cast by wick
You screamed, “Oh! Dear God, don’t leave me alone!
I pointed out small hole…rats will atone
Have I gone mad, sold the devil my soul?
Down in cellar…icy steel of my trowel
Dislodging wall and preparing a hole
Sly crow, caw-caw…now he doth laugh at me
His glinting eye peeks through smudged basement glass
My secret now his, so “mine” becomes we
He ascends towards moon…I reflect on past
We once bloomed happy, two lips pressed in spring
Those days long gone…I gather mortar…brick
‘Twas poetic your walk, bliss when you’d sing
I work in silence, shadow cast by wick
You screamed, “Oh! Dear God, don’t leave me alone!
I pointed out small hole…rats will atone
Quizzical Metaphysical
Black holes expanding…Comets of Ice
Dark Matter…Atoms…Unknown origin
Lunar eclipse…Shadowed fields of rice
Man himself…“original” sin
Red giants burn hot…child screams in pain
“Shooting” star…part of riddle
Event horizon… world gone insane
Nero’s acolytes…tuning fiddle
Universe, Galaxy, Planets, Sun
BIG BANG! of course!
We’re “shot” from gun
Dark Matter…Atoms…Unknown origin
Lunar eclipse…Shadowed fields of rice
Man himself…“original” sin
Red giants burn hot…child screams in pain
“Shooting” star…part of riddle
Event horizon… world gone insane
Nero’s acolytes…tuning fiddle
Universe, Galaxy, Planets, Sun
BIG BANG! of course!
We’re “shot” from gun
Off the Cuff ... Stuff
Professor Geo. Graphic “caught” uncensored:
“Caribou Barbie” is actually a most fitting description
Of 'Temp Agency' Governor…Sarah Palin
The Caribou is known to 'enrich' its diet
By gorging on 'fruits and nuts' and
Covering very large swaths of terrain.
Barbie, of course, is not known for 'intellectual proclivities'
But, alas, neither is the Caribou”
“Caribou Barbie” is actually a most fitting description
Of 'Temp Agency' Governor…Sarah Palin
The Caribou is known to 'enrich' its diet
By gorging on 'fruits and nuts' and
Covering very large swaths of terrain.
Barbie, of course, is not known for 'intellectual proclivities'
But, alas, neither is the Caribou”
Darwin's Children
INSIST!...they’re born
DENY!...they’re fed
REFUSE!...contraception
DEMAND…they’re bred
ERECT!...barriers, our “free” nation
BANISH!...impoverished, from education
NO!...safety net
DESTROY!...key to larder
FLY!...flag proud
SUPPORT!...”heartless” harder
AUTHORIZE!...”human cannon fodder”
INCESSANT!conflict ... requires penurious toddlers
WAGE!...war on the poor
LOCK!...and load oligarchy
AS! AMERICA...shutters doors
DENY!...they’re fed
REFUSE!...contraception
DEMAND…they’re bred
ERECT!...barriers, our “free” nation
BANISH!...impoverished, from education
NO!...safety net
DESTROY!...key to larder
FLY!...flag proud
SUPPORT!...”heartless” harder
AUTHORIZE!...”human cannon fodder”
INCESSANT!conflict ... requires penurious toddlers
WAGE!...war on the poor
LOCK!...and load oligarchy
AS! AMERICA...shutters doors
Acquittal Submittal
My brain is fatigued…’tis been a long day
Letters are scattered astray in my mind
Despite the late hour…I’ve something to say
Bear with me my dear, the words I shall find
Self-worth is my foe…each day in the glass
I oft’ loathe the image, stares back at me
If only to find…road back to the past
To realize he, I now dream to be
Surely cruelest of witness…Father Time
He drains and gives pain with nary a thought
So many years wasted…my ultimate crime
Or was it denial of man you sought
I’ve no claim, or right, to seek forgiving
Save to say, it’s you…that keeps me living
Letters are scattered astray in my mind
Despite the late hour…I’ve something to say
Bear with me my dear, the words I shall find
Self-worth is my foe…each day in the glass
I oft’ loathe the image, stares back at me
If only to find…road back to the past
To realize he, I now dream to be
Surely cruelest of witness…Father Time
He drains and gives pain with nary a thought
So many years wasted…my ultimate crime
Or was it denial of man you sought
I’ve no claim, or right, to seek forgiving
Save to say, it’s you…that keeps me living
Blot Trot
A building…A tree
My crinkling skin
Old man on the corner
He now is dead
Days have no dates
I cannot spell “win”
My puzzle nears finish
Then pieces get spread
Didn’t that used to be?
Don’t I know you?
Tomorrow’s grave beckons
Tonight’s grave…bed
Eraser man…go away
You’ve done enough…Today
My crinkling skin
Old man on the corner
He now is dead
Days have no dates
I cannot spell “win”
My puzzle nears finish
Then pieces get spread
Didn’t that used to be?
Don’t I know you?
Tomorrow’s grave beckons
Tonight’s grave…bed
Eraser man…go away
You’ve done enough…Today
Moral Compass
“By Neptune’s beard…we’re hopelessly lost Cap’n”
“What say ye? Son of a slithering serpent”
“Tis true me Cap’n…without the Compass…”
“Aye and you’re bloody daft, man”
“The booomin’ compass is here afore me”
“Yeoman Bosun…tie the scurvy dog to the yardarm
And give me the cat ‘o’ nines”
“Wait Cap’n, ‘tis the wrong compass ye gaze”
“Speak quick, lad, ‘ere I peel ya like a purple grape”
“Tis not ‘that’ compass Cap’n…’Tis our ‘moral compass’ that’s lost”
“What say ye? Son of a slithering serpent”
“Tis true me Cap’n…without the Compass…”
“Aye and you’re bloody daft, man”
“The booomin’ compass is here afore me”
“Yeoman Bosun…tie the scurvy dog to the yardarm
And give me the cat ‘o’ nines”
“Wait Cap’n, ‘tis the wrong compass ye gaze”
“Speak quick, lad, ‘ere I peel ya like a purple grape”
“Tis not ‘that’ compass Cap’n…’Tis our ‘moral compass’ that’s lost”
Moral Compass
“By Neptune’s beard…we’re hopelessly lost Cap’n”
“What say ye? Son of a slithering serpent”
“Tis true me Cap’n…without the Compass…”
“Aye and you’re bloody daft, man”
“The booomin’ compass is here afore me”
“Yeoman Bosun…tie the scurvy dog to the yardarm
And give me the cat ‘o’ nines”
“Wait Cap’n, ‘tis the wrong compass ye gaze”
“Speak quick, lad, ‘ere I peel ya like a purple grape”
“Tis not ‘that’ compass Cap’n…’Tis our ‘moral compass’ that’s lost”
“What say ye? Son of a slithering serpent”
“Tis true me Cap’n…without the Compass…”
“Aye and you’re bloody daft, man”
“The booomin’ compass is here afore me”
“Yeoman Bosun…tie the scurvy dog to the yardarm
And give me the cat ‘o’ nines”
“Wait Cap’n, ‘tis the wrong compass ye gaze”
“Speak quick, lad, ‘ere I peel ya like a purple grape”
“Tis not ‘that’ compass Cap’n…’Tis our ‘moral compass’ that’s lost”
From A.M. to P.M.
I was eighteen…for 365 days
Thirty six years and
Nine months ago
That’s Thirteen thousand
One hundred and forty days past
Three hundred and fifteen thousand
Three hundred and sixty hours ticked away
Forty five million, Four hundred and eleven thousand
Eight hundred and forty seconds gone
And know what, Alice?…”I liked it”
Thirty six years and
Nine months ago
That’s Thirteen thousand
One hundred and forty days past
Three hundred and fifteen thousand
Three hundred and sixty hours ticked away
Forty five million, Four hundred and eleven thousand
Eight hundred and forty seconds gone
And know what, Alice?…”I liked it”
Fallacy of the Golden Halo
They were Mothers and Fathers
Grandmas… Grandpas
Teachers and Preachers
Scout Leaders…Youth Coaches
Men in Uniform…Women who spent
Tormented Nights…Waiting
Selfless, Altruistic, Modest, Decent
Strong Hands offered to the Weak
Reassuring smiles lent to the Insecure
Now we’ve become Klepto-Sheeple
A new breed of People
And our Heroes…Bathe in Zeroes
Grandmas… Grandpas
Teachers and Preachers
Scout Leaders…Youth Coaches
Men in Uniform…Women who spent
Tormented Nights…Waiting
Selfless, Altruistic, Modest, Decent
Strong Hands offered to the Weak
Reassuring smiles lent to the Insecure
Now we’ve become Klepto-Sheeple
A new breed of People
And our Heroes…Bathe in Zeroes
Three Sordid Rings
“Hurry, Hurry
Step “Right” up “folks”
Washington D.C. … “Dysfunctional Circus”
Pseudo Pedophiles…Plundering Plutocrats…Peddling Pimps
Adulterers…Narcissists…Prevaricators
See the Frat Brat, the Dixie Crat
Listen to a real life Predator…Drone…on and on
Experience Grandma and Grandpa flying… on the “dying” trapeze
No Safety Net…And of course, It’s “tax” deductible
Step “Right” up “folks”
Washington D.C. … “Dysfunctional Circus”
Pseudo Pedophiles…Plundering Plutocrats…Peddling Pimps
Adulterers…Narcissists…Prevaricators
See the Frat Brat, the Dixie Crat
Listen to a real life Predator…Drone…on and on
Experience Grandma and Grandpa flying… on the “dying” trapeze
No Safety Net…And of course, It’s “tax” deductible
Succu-lust
Beautiful beyond words…eyes black as coal
Raven haired, pallid skin…lips ruby red
Enchanted I am…upon wind swept knoll
She casts no earthly shadow…’tis undead
Clouds obfuscate… a luminescent moon
Wolf howls in anguish…hungering for meat
Her eyes! I stand transfixed…and begin to swoon
‘Tis “blood” she desires…warm crimson sweet
Her fingernails sharp…eyes now blaze fire
Razor like cuts…applied to my flush cheek
Distant church bells…ring out from lonely spire
My head tilted backwards…mouth cannot speak
I long for sleep…evil incarnate dream
Left side of my neck…dried vermilion stream
Raven haired, pallid skin…lips ruby red
Enchanted I am…upon wind swept knoll
She casts no earthly shadow…’tis undead
Clouds obfuscate… a luminescent moon
Wolf howls in anguish…hungering for meat
Her eyes! I stand transfixed…and begin to swoon
‘Tis “blood” she desires…warm crimson sweet
Her fingernails sharp…eyes now blaze fire
Razor like cuts…applied to my flush cheek
Distant church bells…ring out from lonely spire
My head tilted backwards…mouth cannot speak
I long for sleep…evil incarnate dream
Left side of my neck…dried vermilion stream
Mission Accomplished
No more kisses…No festive feasts
Last body arrives…From Middle East
Casket adorned…in Red, White and Blue
His name was Tech. Sgt. William Cando
Forgotten on tarmac…Flag’s colors bleed
In high rise nearby…they drink liquid greed
The rain pours down…an indulgent spigot
“Freedom” lies graveless…no one to dig it
Last body arrives…From Middle East
Casket adorned…in Red, White and Blue
His name was Tech. Sgt. William Cando
Forgotten on tarmac…Flag’s colors bleed
In high rise nearby…they drink liquid greed
The rain pours down…an indulgent spigot
“Freedom” lies graveless…no one to dig it
History Buffet
I’m delighted to have “The History Channel”
Larry the Cable Guy…In sleeveless flannel
Swamp People…Crack headed gator Bait
Ice Road truckers…Semi’s on skates
Pawn Stars bellying…2,000 lbs. of meat
Fleecing the suckers…off a hot Vegas street
Eyes grow teary…I do so emote
Honey, could you please…pass the remote?
Larry the Cable Guy…In sleeveless flannel
Swamp People…Crack headed gator Bait
Ice Road truckers…Semi’s on skates
Pawn Stars bellying…2,000 lbs. of meat
Fleecing the suckers…off a hot Vegas street
Eyes grow teary…I do so emote
Honey, could you please…pass the remote?
Drawing Board
10,000 B.C. … Man planted seed
8,000 B.C. …Woman slashed and doth bleed
6,000 B.C. …Children perish in snow
4,000 B.C. …Immortal sunset’s aglow
2,000 B.C. …Egyptian sands are sifted
0…Coarse wooden cross… is so lifted
1,000 A.D. …Progress Made…Hopeful verve
2,000 A.D. …Obfuscating…Slow Learning curve
8,000 B.C. …Woman slashed and doth bleed
6,000 B.C. …Children perish in snow
4,000 B.C. …Immortal sunset’s aglow
2,000 B.C. …Egyptian sands are sifted
0…Coarse wooden cross… is so lifted
1,000 A.D. …Progress Made…Hopeful verve
2,000 A.D. …Obfuscating…Slow Learning curve
Thoth Troth
Millenniums hath passed since I first set eyes on you
Centuries now lost in swirling wind, sand and rhyme
Decades in tens have left me disconsolate blue
Years desolate I hath missed lips sublime
Month ago you do magically appear!
Week latterly one more sighting
Day permutation into night
Hour’s ageless lighting
Minute’s child
Time
Centuries now lost in swirling wind, sand and rhyme
Decades in tens have left me disconsolate blue
Years desolate I hath missed lips sublime
Month ago you do magically appear!
Week latterly one more sighting
Day permutation into night
Hour’s ageless lighting
Minute’s child
Time
Trickle Equals Two Nickels
The mighty tower of Goldman Sachs
A coin trickled down betwixt a thin crack
Penurious plutocrats on penthouse outcropping
Gasped in horror at the riches now dropping
The serf, the peon far down on the street
Distended bellies, tongues swollen from heat
Fought for position, ‘twas surely a crime
Twenty souls killed…one thin dime
A coin trickled down betwixt a thin crack
Penurious plutocrats on penthouse outcropping
Gasped in horror at the riches now dropping
The serf, the peon far down on the street
Distended bellies, tongues swollen from heat
Fought for position, ‘twas surely a crime
Twenty souls killed…one thin dime
When We Were Doves
Feathered, slender with Angel’s tips
Our wings soared high up above
Atop mighty pine I kissed bird lips
We swore we’d always be in love
The world was ours, yours and mine
We shared our bounty with others too
Our sunsets spent in celestial wine
Sunrise brought forth ribbons of blue
Each day we foraged to build the nest
Never once fearing the oncoming lead
You’re pierced with twig upon your breast
I fell in grief thinking you were dead
You soldier on with heart that’s broken
Your wound healed, a soul laid bare
No further words will thus be spoken
‘Til heaven’s nest…I await you there
Our wings soared high up above
Atop mighty pine I kissed bird lips
We swore we’d always be in love
The world was ours, yours and mine
We shared our bounty with others too
Our sunsets spent in celestial wine
Sunrise brought forth ribbons of blue
Each day we foraged to build the nest
Never once fearing the oncoming lead
You’re pierced with twig upon your breast
I fell in grief thinking you were dead
You soldier on with heart that’s broken
Your wound healed, a soul laid bare
No further words will thus be spoken
‘Til heaven’s nest…I await you there
Cala-veracity
Ubiquitous plastic bottles…K-Mart shopping carts
Scum sided turtle…sunning on a ‘83 Buick spare
Egrets with bleeding feet…Kingfishers “spume serfing”
Twisted Chrome bumpers…Reflecting morose catfish
The flotsam and jetsam of…“squalid stewardship”
Swam here, back in the day, when I was a kid
Open sewer for sale…what am I bid?
Scum sided turtle…sunning on a ‘83 Buick spare
Egrets with bleeding feet…Kingfishers “spume serfing”
Twisted Chrome bumpers…Reflecting morose catfish
The flotsam and jetsam of…“squalid stewardship”
Swam here, back in the day, when I was a kid
Open sewer for sale…what am I bid?
Tossed Salad
There it Lies…Rotting by the Pound
Our Agricultural Bounty…By Crate, By Truck
By Field…On the Ground
You Must Listen…Please Understand Jose
Fill our Bowls…Then Leave…Yesterday…Today!
You Were Never Wanted…As a Friend
Nor Desired as a Neighbor
The Only Thing…We “Valued”
Were The Fruits…Of your Labor
Our Agricultural Bounty…By Crate, By Truck
By Field…On the Ground
You Must Listen…Please Understand Jose
Fill our Bowls…Then Leave…Yesterday…Today!
You Were Never Wanted…As a Friend
Nor Desired as a Neighbor
The Only Thing…We “Valued”
Were The Fruits…Of your Labor
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