Urban pollution…Overpopulation
Energy catastrophes…Seismic undulations
Expanding waistlines…Retracting intellect
Progress taking…Imbecilic circumspect
Plutocratic frenzy…Rapacious incubation
Oligarchic ministrations…Failed inoculations
Climate change…Endless wars
Water woes…Billions poor
Humanity inhales…Exhales final breath
There! The horizon…Perhaps we’ve cheated death
Fast food floating… portent at sea
The Colonel’s renaissance…three piece KFC
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Rootbound
I dream…one room away from where I was a kid
I’m at my old school…one fence away from where I was a kid
I stand…warming myself against a wall,
a football’s throw away
From where I was a kid
I walk the same sidewalks…I did where I was a kid
I touch the same gates…I jumped where I was a kid
I hear old/young voices…I heard where I was a kid
I wake upon damp pillow…one room away from where I was a kid
Visions of withering potted plants…reminding me of not being a kid
I’m at my old school…one fence away from where I was a kid
I stand…warming myself against a wall,
a football’s throw away
From where I was a kid
I walk the same sidewalks…I did where I was a kid
I touch the same gates…I jumped where I was a kid
I hear old/young voices…I heard where I was a kid
I wake upon damp pillow…one room away from where I was a kid
Visions of withering potted plants…reminding me of not being a kid
Friday, May 6, 2011
Cat Nipped
Knock, knock on my door…one cold, funky day
A Hairball announced…he was a runaway stray
Now I gotsta admit…’Twas quite a shock
To hear “Whiskers and Fleas”…and the way the cat talked
He told a forlorn…a most sad little tale
And cussed like a sailor…when I stepped on his tail
He said, “man, a cat like you and a cat like me
We was born to be famous…just wait and see”
Was given the largest…stage the town had
But I just had a feelin’…things would go bad
The crowd they believed…they all let out a “wow!”
But that straggly old cat…he just said…”Meow”
I took him on home…took away all his tuna
He said, “You a lowlife rat…I should have left soona”
I told him “hit the road jack…go someplace else to get fat”
He laughed saying, “make your own stash, what’d ‘ya expect
From a cat
A Hairball announced…he was a runaway stray
Now I gotsta admit…’Twas quite a shock
To hear “Whiskers and Fleas”…and the way the cat talked
He told a forlorn…a most sad little tale
And cussed like a sailor…when I stepped on his tail
He said, “man, a cat like you and a cat like me
We was born to be famous…just wait and see”
Was given the largest…stage the town had
But I just had a feelin’…things would go bad
The crowd they believed…they all let out a “wow!”
But that straggly old cat…he just said…”Meow”
I took him on home…took away all his tuna
He said, “You a lowlife rat…I should have left soona”
I told him “hit the road jack…go someplace else to get fat”
He laughed saying, “make your own stash, what’d ‘ya expect
From a cat
No Timeouts
The hummingbird hovers as well he should
The bee pollinates each untapped flower
The dog urinates against pile of wood
The clock ticks louder…nearer my hour
A man on a bike blows cigarette smoke
A girl on skates takes a fall from a crack
A woman pushing shopping cart can’t see the joke
Her clock ticks louder…’tis money she lacks
Our Earth is dying…we’ve inflicted grave wounds
Our Earth ‘twas the only…place we could go
The hummingbird, bee, dog…sense future tombs
The man, girl and woman…are too busy to know
Oh clock on the wall…why never stop?
Oh clock on the wall…no quarter from you?
That old clock now ticks louder…tired eyes drop
My day will end…will yours ever be through?
The bee pollinates each untapped flower
The dog urinates against pile of wood
The clock ticks louder…nearer my hour
A man on a bike blows cigarette smoke
A girl on skates takes a fall from a crack
A woman pushing shopping cart can’t see the joke
Her clock ticks louder…’tis money she lacks
Our Earth is dying…we’ve inflicted grave wounds
Our Earth ‘twas the only…place we could go
The hummingbird, bee, dog…sense future tombs
The man, girl and woman…are too busy to know
Oh clock on the wall…why never stop?
Oh clock on the wall…no quarter from you?
That old clock now ticks louder…tired eyes drop
My day will end…will yours ever be through?
Love Sonnet
Love…’Tis hugs in morning…kisses goodnight
A rose splendid red, crimson upon snow
Tearful “making up”…post bitter fight
Held hands at the hearth…two faces aglow
Joy felt to hear news…of sought after child
Love made in cool shade…on hot afternoon
Ardor engulfed, the day she first smiled
A wedding day planned…on fifth day of June
What of faithful dog, or favorite cat
May our animal friends…enter this realm?
Can love be the calm one feels at sunset?
Sails fanned with fervor…thy heart at the helm
Love is a star…a caressing soft light
Come with, my true love…we’ll find one tonight
A rose splendid red, crimson upon snow
Tearful “making up”…post bitter fight
Held hands at the hearth…two faces aglow
Joy felt to hear news…of sought after child
Love made in cool shade…on hot afternoon
Ardor engulfed, the day she first smiled
A wedding day planned…on fifth day of June
What of faithful dog, or favorite cat
May our animal friends…enter this realm?
Can love be the calm one feels at sunset?
Sails fanned with fervor…thy heart at the helm
Love is a star…a caressing soft light
Come with, my true love…we’ll find one tonight
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
News Flash!
This just in: Donald Trump has demanded to "personally" inspect the corpse of Osama Bin Laden. Claiming a possible ruse by the Obama administration, "the Donald" informed the White House that until HE does a formal autopsy, America cannot be convinced of the former terrorist leader’s death. Mr. Trump brought up the possibility of a Bin Laden clone and said he was "suspicious" at the timing of the killing. He then applied six-and-one-half cans of hair spray to his over-sized head and was last seen boarding a private jet bound for Italy where he was said to have granted the Pope an audience.
Osama is Dead
For ten years Osama Bin Laden was the "visible" face of our alleged "war on terror," the recruiting "poster boy" necessary in all conflicts. There's a whole new pantheon of possible replacements, even now, lining up in the Middle East. The only question left to answer is: who'll be the next Boogeyman?
O.K., so we've allegedly killed "Public Enemy No .1. It's time to pop the champagne corks. Short term memory, not politics, is the one thing Americans can truly share. Let's forget that there were NO WMD's. Let's forget we killed hundreds of thousands of INNOCENT people in what was really a neo-conservative quest to engage this country and its voracious MIC into perpetual war. Let's forget the millions of Iraqis who fled their homeland, their lives changed, perhaps, forever. Let's forget about the atrocities committed at Abu-Graib and elsewhere. Let's forget all the lies and distortions perpetrated upon us by the Bush administration. Let's forget the 9/11 truth commission's "hurry up" job at "closing the book" on the events of that day. Let's forget "Mission Accomplished" and the sight of our President sitting in a Florida classroom for over 7 minutes AFTER he'd been told thousands of his fellow Americans were being killed. Let's forget Colin Powell LYING to the United Nations and Tony Blair brown-nosing and Dick Cheney talking about how we would be greeted as "liberators." Let's all hang effigies of Bin Laden next to "Old Glory" in our yards and from the sides of our apartments. Let's metaphorically "bathe in the blood" of another human being and exalt ourselves at how clever and resourceful we are.
Let's forget that while we're "celebrating," forces are at work in our own country that will ultimately lead to enormous hardship and untimely death for millions of our OWN citizens. Let's forget the video I watched in '08 of a 10-year-old Iraqi boy sitting in a hospital bed, stumps where his legs used to be, playing an XBOX game given to him by a couple of U.S. Marines. In all reality, I don't believe I'll EVER forget that. God Bless America? Somebody please explain EXACTLY why that should occur. So let's dance around the fire of yet another "ritual killing", the flames flickering in our depraved faces, much as our antediluvian ancestors did and tell ourselves how "superior" we've become. To quote Ronald Reagan, another "great" American, "The sun shines on America today."
O.K., so we've allegedly killed "Public Enemy No .1. It's time to pop the champagne corks. Short term memory, not politics, is the one thing Americans can truly share. Let's forget that there were NO WMD's. Let's forget we killed hundreds of thousands of INNOCENT people in what was really a neo-conservative quest to engage this country and its voracious MIC into perpetual war. Let's forget the millions of Iraqis who fled their homeland, their lives changed, perhaps, forever. Let's forget about the atrocities committed at Abu-Graib and elsewhere. Let's forget all the lies and distortions perpetrated upon us by the Bush administration. Let's forget the 9/11 truth commission's "hurry up" job at "closing the book" on the events of that day. Let's forget "Mission Accomplished" and the sight of our President sitting in a Florida classroom for over 7 minutes AFTER he'd been told thousands of his fellow Americans were being killed. Let's forget Colin Powell LYING to the United Nations and Tony Blair brown-nosing and Dick Cheney talking about how we would be greeted as "liberators." Let's all hang effigies of Bin Laden next to "Old Glory" in our yards and from the sides of our apartments. Let's metaphorically "bathe in the blood" of another human being and exalt ourselves at how clever and resourceful we are.
Let's forget that while we're "celebrating," forces are at work in our own country that will ultimately lead to enormous hardship and untimely death for millions of our OWN citizens. Let's forget the video I watched in '08 of a 10-year-old Iraqi boy sitting in a hospital bed, stumps where his legs used to be, playing an XBOX game given to him by a couple of U.S. Marines. In all reality, I don't believe I'll EVER forget that. God Bless America? Somebody please explain EXACTLY why that should occur. So let's dance around the fire of yet another "ritual killing", the flames flickering in our depraved faces, much as our antediluvian ancestors did and tell ourselves how "superior" we've become. To quote Ronald Reagan, another "great" American, "The sun shines on America today."
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