Pax Perversion

It was the breast of times

and then
the worst of times

when Weinstein exploded

in the headlines
for hands on
gropey guys

Now the butt pinchers

and booby squeezers

were on the defensive
for past sexual assault transgressions

they casually laughed off

as innocent flirtations

that the broads loved so much

cause they all craved

masculine attention

Now the law

and even public sentiment

viewed these male movers and shakers

as inappropriately

and even legally depraved

Twas a real cultural tsunami

that threatened

the long established patriarchy

Til they started electing
their own kind
of old school
touchy feely boys
who made it
their missionary position
to Make America Perverted Again

If these new normative

gender respecting rules

don't apply to the Chief Executive

then they boys deserve a free pass too

any time a fine piece of ass sashays by

just asking to be harassed

Hitting a Line Drive

 

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 

Sand Men

 

While I survived
all that came before
I now find myself 

enveloped in the fog
of diminishing certainty

Can no longer see

where I have been

or more importantly

where I am going

All sense of proportion

compromised severely

To compound my calamity

The sands in my hour glass
are accelerating rapidly

I finally see Time
as my mortal enemy

Impassive to my pleas
for a slight extension
to complete all I need to do

There will be no negotiation

Or for you either

This is how it has to be

Carpe Diem 

Joy Hopping

 

I am finally content
to simply be who I am

Took me years to understand
there is no long term plan

No tightly crafted narrative

Only these fleeting moments
that make this trip tolerable

Connected specks of sand
in the vast desert of eternity
where we well meaning inhabitants
spend our allocated resources
sifting through time
seeking out snippets of happiness

Blessed Expiration

 

There goes that damn bell again
emanating from

my soon to be mortal soul

A forewarning daily
that rings for me

and all oblivious humanity

Pounding volume reverberates

Growing louder by the day

Despite my creative

muffling denial deflections
the sonic torture won't go away

Tomorrow reminders never turn off

Now the advancing shadows

are beneath my weary feet
ready to complete the mission

to drop my sorry ass

into the cavern of darkness

Not sure if this is the absolute end

or a portal to the eternal afterlife

Up or down matters not to me

for at long last I will be free

of this interminable life sentence

Memento mori my temporary friends

Marching Damned

 

The conga line formed
we know not where
or even when

this procession began

No clue where this
meandering snake ends
deep into the darkness
of endless horizon

Faith in the destination
keeps our manacled congregation
motivated to keep going
despite the growing suspicion
none of us

may ever get there

Smile Story

 

She of legendary

swishibility skills

shared with me

a sensuous succulent treat

First sipping gently

then swallowing quite dainty

the nectar essence

of physical intimacy

as she demurely

licked my excess

spillage trickle

off her luscious lips

She said I was sweet

as she sashayed away

leaving me spent

but satisfied completely

Gospel of Vile

 

The Us Against Them Manifesto

penned by the slick demagogue

currently in vogue

and mass distributed

on all hatred influencer outlets

ponders the options

for dispensing consolidation

of fear and prejudice

as the optimum weapon

to spread ancient toxins

An easily digestible

How To guide

for bigoted participants

to regurgitate

and spread the ancient poisons

passed down through the generations

Karma awaits these grifter cretins

with the violence they perpetuated 

Wither John Henry

 

The war has begun
that will shape
and define the 21st Century

It's the age old battle
between man and machine

No longer limited
to muscle vs mechanized devices

Today the human mind
is pitted against
the rapid efficiencies
of tech driven AI

Even the magic of creativity
once the sole domain
of our species
which built the machines
has been breached

What once were useful tools
if continuously misused
and advanced
without consideration
of future consequence
may eventually
make us 
with all our inefficiencies
functionally obsolete

in a nanosecond

Release Point

 

Tossing and turning
awash on loneliness 
and abject sadness
over my empty state
of non affairs

Self stimulation
once again required
for edge reducing
sleep inducing
fantasy fueled release

Easy strokes

Hard acceleration

Loins explode

Molten honey flows

The tissue now soaked

with babies that will never be

The tank now is empty

Slumber now imminent

Save me your hypocrisy

Spare the jerkantile 

religious judgements

over the very same activity

you did last night probably

and will surely do again

under cover of darkness

Brain Power

 

A fool never wonders
about the potential consequence
of their thoughtless actions

They simply react

to the negative fallout

with a bemused expression

Those who exalt process
over the finished product
are forever prisoners
of their rigid
connect the dot parameters

Their improvisation skills

are as negligible

as their dormant creativity 

Thinking can be hard
but the brain is a muscle
that should never be neglected

cause it will atrophy  

and shrivel

like moisture deprived raisin

Misfits of History

 

If it gives you peace of mind
to exalt the dubious virtues
of a depraved reprobate
then by all means
worship away

Don't let us deter you

from your sycophant task

If your former

standards of excellence
need to be recalibrated
on a daily basis
to accommodate
the Lunatic's

shifting fault lines
then by all means do it

Don't let our eye rolls inhibit

your desperate rationalizations

As long as you know
deep down
you are just shoveling shit
to be part of the historic

collective bowel movement

that is the MAGA brand

Hammock Man

 

The old boy

that is now me
is not as nimble
as I used to be

No longer sprite of body
or quick of wit
as I was just yesterday

Compromised am I definitely

on the spectrum

of cognitive and physical traits

But mourn not my decline
for the ride has been great
and even with
all my various diminishments
I now savor the perspective benefit
of no longer
having to give a shit

about life's many petty annoyances

that chip away daily

at our collective sanity

I love being a spectator

Us A La Carte

 

Entrails grow cold
when they hit the pavement
and achieve disconnection
from a soon to be
useless body

Shit..

What a grim day this has been
cause it seems like only yesterday
we were vibrantly whole
and fully in control
pre zombie Apocalypse

Maybe our fate was deserved

given our species arrogance

which made us oblivious

to the now in charge mutants

who were counting the days

til we were looking the other way

Now we are just cannibal sustenance 

Oh well..

LA DEE DAH

Memory Museum

 

Into my life she came

on a lovely Spring morn

not unlike today

Thoroughly enchanted was I

by her shadowy elegance

Every curve

Every line

A creation divine

Together were we

for too short a time

We both knew

the thrill ride

was destined not to last

Circumstance dictates

The timing was unkind

Accursed fate

dictated we both

go our separate ways

She now resides

as a wistful smile

from yesterday

Like charcoal on canvas

her lovely countenance

will be a fixed portrait

mounted on the walls

of my diminished memory

til that close out day

when I myself revert to dust 

and all that once was

collapses in on itself

Her face will surely be

the last thing I see

Never More War

 

Don't you know
the raven and crow
are squawking again
about flocking nonsense

on multiple media frequencies

It's a puzzlement
that these birds of a feather

with so much in common
spend all their time 

in fervent debate
over who is the purer shade
of absolute black

The whole dispute is cuckoo

but it does make for great 

voyeur television

and metaphoric

anti conflict poetry

Bonfire Insanity

 

The child with matches
is fascinated
and seduced by the flame
that they created
with the flick of the wrist

Clueless are they
about dangerous consequence
attached to combustibility
if the power they now wield
is not applied safely

No adults around
to snatch the fire sticks away
from the naughty boy
who is gonna torch the sky today

Say hello
my soon to be scorched citizens
to the pyrotechnic
flame thrower diplomacy
of the 21st Century
we have unleashed
on a horrified world
by our Juvenile King
who fiddles from his bunker
while counting up profits
and the childish accolades 
of fellow burn it down brats

Beware the blow back
of flammable
regime change politics
inflicted on a tinder box world

Tempest Mine

 

My tranquil world
as it should be
clashes with bitter reality

Battering serenity

Blasting conformity

Blistering absurdity

Storm powers in

Vortex spins

Tempest wins

Time takes it's toll

Damage control
on my soul 
is pointless

Welcome to Disillusionment

Death Dance

 

When you find
your fingers intertwined
with Death
don't you dare let go
cause the Dark Angel 

knows precisely
when is the designated time
to close
your solo show

So step up and dance

with mortal circumstance

This ultimate acceptance
will keep you grounded
six feet deep
which is how
we are all meant to someday be

Spoils of War

 

Here at the Bored of Peace
we not only endorse fully
this military activity
some classify as war

(wink)
we relish in it

Profits to be made
over this God forsaken
annihilated country we saved

for capitalist democracy
with our bombs and missiles
that will need to be replenished
prior to our next 
munitions liberation adventure

KA-CHING 

Forever Wars

 

Ever since the battle
became one continuous
contiguous
bloody conflict
there has been no respite
from the terror
of unlimited
unmitigated

Total Warfare

Of course

there will be no truce

or peaceful pause

No agreed upon settlement
til one side is completely vanquished
and all remnants of their existence
is plowed under beneath the ashes

of the rubble our brave forces

patriotically caused

to bring the bastards down

Then commences the Great Celebration

until the next military annihilation

of a vile enemy yet to be determined

Drone Invasion

 

The fields were not as empty

as he thought

nor as secluded

as the adulterous couple

had meticulously planned

amidst the wild flowers

thick bushes

and the sentinels

of sight inhibiting trees

Unfortunately

for the back to nature pair

their steamy forbidden sexual tryst

was videoed by drone technology

to capture the sin of infidelity

in high definition quality

The cynical detective

currently in possession

of the recorded cheating session

conducted a correspondence

that would take full advantage

of a prime blackmail opportunity

for the personal profit of his silence

Such is the high cost of vice these days 

hovering over the unsuspecting

much easier to catch

in the act participants

trying the stealth passion play

Damaged Man

 

I paused
and then hesitated
cause I am not an assassin

I am a damaged man
who developed a conscience
in a dirty business
where that kind of guilt trip
can get your ass terminated
with extreme prejudice

Down a Wrong Way Street

 

In the end
it all went down like this

Since it was
back in the beginning
when cavemen conceived
this tribal bullshit

Fast forward to today

The lines now drawn in concrete
as the wall divides
us and them
into segregated camps

Repubs against Dems

Black versus white

Gays and straights

Those not like us
we ain't never gonna trust

These differences we fear
easily manipulated into hate

The virus of mass prejudice
coursing through our veins

Just study our sorry history

Tales of violent ignorance
spinning on a bloody loop
century after century

Hatred compounded
and institutionalized

War became mechanized
and deadly efficient
as the bodies
piled up toward the sky

Such a grim story
scribed on bloody parchment

So how to defeat
such an undefeated
ancient adversary?

Best to start with the basics
and enlist respect
as the first step
toward human reclamation
or we as a species
will one day self terminate

Picture Box Assemblage

 

Never bet against
the forces of Overcast
in the eternal battle
of light versus darkness

Hard to beat
their tactical advantage
that thoughtless destruction
requires far less effort
than creative construction

People tend to follow
the easier path sans 
complex assembly instructions

which has always been

an unwelcome obstruction

to thought free living

Climate Control

 

Fuck the muck and mire

trying to smother

our creative fire

beneath the cynical drizzle

of oppressive negativity

A candle in the boggy swamp

yields a muffled light

always in danger

of being extinguished

if we are not vigilant

to this less than conducive

thought climate environment

For if we were to lose

this delicate

flickering flame

think how lost we will be

Wandering aimlessly

in the suffocating quagmire

of the new Dark Ages