Take a Bite

 

There is no longer any denying
the impending cliff
charging our battling collective
from the shrinking horizon

All the hyper partisan

party over country crap

is about to bite us in the ass

Now that we have transitioned
into the twilight position
of an empire in decline
blame will be apportioned
by we of the suppressed side
toward those useless idiots
(aka MAGAt dipshits)
who let the wolf in

Though future historians will find
this fatal shit sandwich
which choked us out 
was spread and crafted
by all of us lame
lazy apathetic asses
who did nothing
but offer weak protestations
to what was obviously in retrospect
a future toxic situation

Say What?

 

Come again?

Communications problematic

Conversation flow be damned

Let's share our best non sequiturs
and we shall parallel converse
in this disjointed universe

our gibberish did create 
as we mutually ruminate
with the interpretative language 
of "Say What"? 

Truth in Life Styling

 

At long last

I have reached the end

of the creative process

It sure felt like a transition

The well was dry

Metaphorically at least

And in that fleeting moment
she came to me
like a comet
streaking through

my parched consciousness

In my liberated darkness
sweet Epiphany
whispered to me
three little words
which sum up perfectly
the totality
of our all too limited
Earthly experience

"IT'S ALL BULLSHIT"

Can't tell you how good

this made me feel

in my new fret free existence

Ghostly Rewind

 

The shadow creeps
across the weary battlefield
through the barbed wire
which frames the bloodletting

The Spector that mocks

our bunker mentality
is in reality
Death Incarnate

Carrying a putrid smell

of blood and mud

that brings tears to the eyes

of we pawns soon to die

You never see the bullet

Death crafts with your name on it

Just the whizzing sound

that struck me down

I awake trembling
in a cold sweat
from the haunting nightmare
of my former life
which ended tragically
on the stained fields of Flanders

Damn Holograms

 

AI... AI...

OH MY...

We players can no longer distinguish
the real from virtual anymore

Tis all the same now

Are we users or used??

Our very existence now registered
and constantly measured
in the new style cloud based reality

Behaving as stealthy programmed
by the invasive algorithm
yet haunted by thoughts suppressed
formerly known as conscience

The fog enveloping humanity
tightens its inhuman grip

Are we even still alive
or just blips on a silicon chip?

Soon we will be fully assimilated

One with the machine we created

DAMN!!

This is Matrix style shit

The Cursed Cursor

 

at any given moment of time

I my place lose in line

I PLACE LOSE IN MY LINE

WHAT?

I lose my place in line

CHRIST

This damn cursor

jumping around keeps

sans prompting

(FUCK)

That makes zero sense

EDIT

My character director

hops

all over the place

Like it has a mind of it's own

Maybe it does

Words bouncing displaced

I don't know where to click anymore

Got no input confidence

Not that you care

Why    should you

?

Question mark

(sigh)

I would call you

to   communicate

more effectively

in that old fashioned way

but I know

you would never pick up

when your caller ID

it was me you see

(double sigh)

Status Quo Blowers

 

The steadfast traditionalist

didn't like it one bit
when the stars moved

in his stagnant canvas sky

He bitterly resisted

any scientific evidence
which conflicted
with his Flat Earth philosophy

"The way it always was"
is the chanted dogma
which provides a blanket
of blind security
to those with allergies
regarding current reality

which terrifies them

Today the Cult of Ignorance

who collectively

regurgitates this nonsense

serves as a core litmus test

of mass obedience 

to those who value

political loyalty

over common sense

Mule Man

 

While the early morning dew
sparkles like diamonds in sun

on my suburban squire's lawn
I know from past experience 
that if I mow now
the clippings clump effect
of this moistened sod
on my ancient mower chute
will be a clogged catastrophe
that will cause me
much inconvenience and grief

which I really don't need

For you see

I have reached an age

where I value utility

over useless beauty 

Ode to the Pigeon Hole

 

The apex predator

rules the skies

with arrogant violence

The flock of doves

they regularly terrorize

are tired of cowering

To fight or flee?

That is the question

Or maybe the only viable option

is weary natural acceptance

of their lowly prey position

in the fucking food chain?

Knowing your place

in this unfair Universe

will never be sexy

or earn you wide acclaim

but it will save you the pain

of constant

disillusioned disappointment

Dirge Dancing

 

My days

of downplaying

with clever deflections

the uneasy feeling

of being stalked

by a patient predator

sizing me up

for it's inevitable feast

have reached the end

I have never laid eyes
on this phantom presence
but I know I now reside
in it's shadow permanently

The darkness it casts
deepens and grows
with every wasted day

And yet strangely

I have reached

the "No longer give a damn"

tipping point
where I have stopped dreading
this lurking force

hunting my endangered ass

When its face does get revealed
I realize my fate

will be eternally sealed

 
What a relief this will be

when the chase ceases finally

and liberation is achieved

The dirge dance

mercifully concludes

Now I can at long last

get some much needed rest

Frog Soup

 

The relentless propagandists
using all their tools of communication
to move the proverbial needle
of mass public opinion

Dishing disinformation
with inhuman frequency
these well funded influencers
now spew coordinated 
negative messaging
indistinguishable 
from the unbearable bots

They canonize the broken prophets
of the social media apocalypse
on a massive scale
in thought silo cathedrals
while skewering 
today's designated enemy
with incessant negative fury

Their words a drumbeat rallying cry
to disillusioned rebels
desperately grasping for alibis
as the disjointed mob now declares war
on a disinterested real world
that long ago moved on
to more interesting distractions

These oblivious so called Normals
will soon be targeted and corrupted
like frogs in slowly boiling water
by the creeping forces they mock today

Boys Clubbing

 

The List of Shame
conveys the names
of naughty boys
caught with their dicks
where they should not have been

These well connected penises

laid out top dollar

for their illicit Fantasy Island trysts

Imagine their chagrin

when the details of these sins

began leaking out

in the scandal rag media

While the sex tales sold product

salacious details were excluded

to protect those pervs

who run this world

The movers and shakers

have zero fear

of ever being exposed
cause they roll

beneath the umbrella
of the intricate

Privileged Pedophile Plan
the underage

raped girls never had
courtesy of their very own

top of the list Redacted Man

Sheep Droppings

 

The sheep we keep
strut about
in lion's clothing
in a pathetic attempt
to project strength

We let them do it
to bolster
their weak self esteem
but deep down
even these fakes know
their herd of bleating posers
is destined to be fleeced

Our prized livestock 

global laughingstocks

do keep us amused

as they happily devour

whatever disgusting slop

we choose to drop

on their gullible heads

Tug of Casuaities

 

After yet another contentious
bloody mediation
between we sniping
conflicted forces
the only thing
we feisty combatants could agree on
was that these negotiations
were not only
an excercise in frustration
they increased our distrust
of those stubborn foes

who dare think differently

The war therefore continues

Battles will take their steep toll

Only after a mutual agony

tipping point has been reached

will we war weary sides reconvene

in a pride swallowing exercise

of give and take compromise

that will bring a lasting peace

(hopefully)

Too late, too late

for too many casualties

caught in the crossfire

of our shameful stubbornness

As We Lie

 

We sank slowly into it

Like two lumps

mired in quicksand

That weary mattress
sure was a disappointment
when it came to firmness
and physical support
which really messed up
our surreptitious tryst
so meticulously planned

Now romantics will say

comfort should not matter

in affairs of passion
but it does
to us middle age adulterers

with our aches and pains

that is always a consideration

in any physical activity 

Nibbling on Seconds

 

The spangled man
currently in demand
exploded from the clouds
riding a lightning bolt of fame

Media prophets say
he was preordained

A superstar necessity

A much needed jolt
for our dimming species

Maybe he really is
the Second Coming

long ago forecast

by ancient scribes

The smooth orator

sure fits the Savior bill

A pious character

projecting a soothing aura

right out of Central Casting  

Though as always

the Doubting Thomas I am

reserves final judgement

on any and all

would be messiahs

None of us desperate pilgrims

wanna be fooled

or duped again

Let's hope and pray

we won't have to crucify

this promising Savior too

as our jaded species

is prone to do

Don't Mind Manipulations

 

Here in the interim
words are a blur
and all lines skew curved
as we trend toward darkness

In this void domain the view is clear

Black is the new absolute

Light loses any sense of relevance

Truth gets reduced to a marginal concept

Reality can be reworked and reimagined

The certainty of ignorance
is comfortably manipulated
by influencer legions
into pliable
useful idiot led perceptions

In this propaganda abyss
nothing becomes everything
inside this swirling cesspool of bullshit
that passes for modern minion politics

Label Me Dead

 

During a cocktail break
from serious Grim Reaper negotiations
I advised my deathly pale adversary
that I learned from a poetic prompt
he was defined in mythology
as a #psychopomp

My current pub companion

frowned at my chit chat definition

slowly put down his beverage

and declared he took personal offense
at my inane archaic reference
that served to muddle

his very important 

reclamation role

He stood up

Looked down with an icy glare

I will never forget

and demanded
that I pay for our drinks
as recompense

for the slight however unintended

If you ask me

Death is way too sensitive

for a psychopomp apparition

who deals with the Damned daily

I should be the one who is offended

and I'll be damned

if the pissed spirit goes on my bar tab!!

Depreciation Appreciation

 

Please cease and desist
with your incessant persistence
of dredging up past indiscretions
from the cesspool of Yesterday
we used to swim in
when we were young and dumb

Share with the curious congregation
the path you currently run
and more importantly
where you plan to be
once your sin fishing expedition
is mercifully done
and we can ditch
this pointless inquisition

For in our world of stained imperfections
depreciation allowances
need to be granted
for the wear and tear
dents and scratches
we accumulate over the years

Blueberry Surprise

 

I remember blueberries
fraught with poison
stacked in a glass bowl
looking devilishly delicious
to those who knew not it's secret

I used to partake
for the death defying thrill
though I always made sure
never to swallow
the toxic bittersweet lure

Below See Level

 

Our great golden submarine

we launched with majority acclaim

quickly sunk under the weight

of its 24 carat expectations

Now the dead beast resides permanently

in the depths of the undersea

along with all the other wrecks

which tragically lacked the buoyancy

required to exist minimally

Today it's a tourist attraction

A barnacled curiosity

A monument to the stupidity

of arrogant excess

over common sense

What a shame
our past mistake exhibits
are rarely a learning experience

Cloud Cover

 

Fumbling my way through

this fog of creativity

without my comfy literary devices

to keep brain locked me company

Self doubt now dominates

Can poetry even be effective

without sleight of hand

literary trickery?

Stripped of all standard

clever deceptions

I no longer have any protection

from the exposed truths

exploding through

And yet...

There is a sense

of orgasmic liberation

when we lower our shields

and let others in

to share what we feel

At least temporarily

til suffocating trepidations

roll back

to cloud us in again 

Say Hi to Denial

 

And in conclusion..

DON'T BE LIKE ME

Thus endth my lengthy
self epiphany
to the ghost in the mirror
who mocks me daily
with haunting reminders
of all the lost opportunities
spilt along the way
on my trip to this moment
of semi divine revelation reflection

Wait til he finds out it's all bullshit

And this is the real epiphany

quasi philosophers like me

refuse to face directly

Reality Sucks

 

Don't try this at home

Or on the beach actually

My soon to be ex and I

in a vain attempt

to keep the relationship

sexually fresh

went for the change of venue

out of bed experience

And since we were both cinema buffs

we decided to try
recreating the love scene
from that classic flick

From Here to Eternity

You know

Sex in the sea foam

A romantic concept in theory
but not in natural reality

Sweet visuals portrayed

on the flat screen

fantasy machine

rarely meshes

with the various 

physical imperfections

that ultimately

get cut from the production

Needless to say

our passion scene recreation

was fraught with complications

and uncomfortable challenges

So much

for the monotony mending powers

of shaking up the normal

I'm still digging sand
and shells out of my ass

while she came down

with a wicked case of UTI

Maybe we should try

a plane bathroom tryst next?

Freshening Up

 

For those weary
of the tribal
Unithought collective
come to Club Eclectic
where the mood
is always electric

Friction generated energy
powers the room
though quite scary at first
for refugees from the Comfort Zone
but they quickly adapt
to the beauty 

and endless possibilities

of opinion diversity

that leads invariably

to fresh thought opportunities

Circle Meets Square

 

Struggling to make this puzzle work
  
So many odd pieces

that never seem to fit

Patience replaced by frustration
      
Mired in the futility of it

Decided to swallow my male pride
and give Puzzle Support a visit

Such was my state of desperation
for easy to comprehend task directions

Stood in line for hours
with truth seeking pilgrims
thirsting for knowledge
and functional information
at this roped off oasis

Just follow the line

When I finally reached
my how to destination
the problem was explained
to the dead eyed sage
who handed me a sledgehammer
and casually proclaimed
in that chilling monotone voice
of institutional disinterest

 "One size fits all"

"Next"

Starve the Nitwit

 

OH THE MISERY!

The Meme Monster has got me

in its negative clutches

This gotcha artist
has no talent 

for scathing words
in its troll arsenal
but will desperately

try to own you visually
from its extensive library
of gifs crammed with hate
it lacks the talent to create

I will not feed the beast

any interaction reaction
cause it's never wise
to duel with stupidity

lest it rub off on you

The Big L?

 

Currently in a reaction quandary
how to respond appropriately
to her Love You text proclamation

Was this just a throw away line
to a dear friend
or a deep heartfelt confession?

When truth gets obscured
in the dark web of context

meaning becomes subject
to loose misinterpretation

Between the lines

is a very dangerous place

to reside on a permanent basis

Over Uneasy

 

Welcome to Déjà Vu

The treadmill domain
where it's all been done before

Where it's all been done before

In this perpetual loopy life
of disconcerting repetition
nothing is fresh anymore

All the stale cards have been played

On a wobbly table today is laid

Reactions roll rote

Seemingly preordained

But there exists an exit door
blocked by the clutter of yesterday
that all needs to be thrown away

Time can be an expressway

if we have the courage
to reboot ourselves
from our comfort zone lethargy
      
A swift kick in the routine
to boost us out of this rut existence
and wipe the smudged slate clean

The Trouble With Zealots

 

It's not a vengeful God 

that I fear

with an old time

fire and brimstone storm

That tired old Supreme Being
checked out long ago

leaving us defects

to our own devices

Tis his self righteous

Earthly disciples
that terrify me most

Awash in zealotry
and shameless hypocrisy
their sense of entitlement
is not only an embarrassment
it can be quite dangerous
when applied fanatically
in the Lord's name