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

My Twitter Addiction

 

Used to think I was lonely

A forlorn forgettable freak

A sexually frustrated geek

Then I fell into this shit

Now I know I am NOT alone

Spending heavy segments of time
with this clique of desperate exhibitionists

No, I don't wanna see your saggy tits
and I surmise

you don't wanna view my scruffy dick

Please oh please

do share your thoughts on current politics

Let's fight like bitches

for the amusement

of rich high followed influencers

Maybe they will retweet the bullshit we write

Make us stars for fifteen minutes of eternity 

What a pathetic lot of losers are we

By now you should have ascertained

I am NOT here to make friends
or grovel for your approval

Who the Hell are you anyway?

Just a random letter stream

polluting my smudged screen

Blips desperately seeking social validation

Can't you see

here we are all equally worthless

Spewing gloriously
beneath the protective umbrella
of posting anonymity

One way or another

I am going to have my say

So go ahead and block my sorry ass
for hypocritical violations
of a moral code written in crayon

Report offensive me

to the content authorities

Like I said before

if you were paying attention

I am NOT here to make friends
or fake ass acquaintances

Nothing Left to Lose

 

Blood in the water
sure attracts them sharks
looking to take a bite

out of my fate tempting ass

Just another foolhardy scrape

for hospital bound me
in this trip of a life

I hear the whispers
of the play if safe pragmatists
whispering in my bloodied ears
I should have practiced
safe existence and checked  
before leaping into a pool
of an unknown depth
like a daredevil fool

They say
in that condescending way
I could have died

Oh really?

Since ancient me
rapidly closing in
on natural mortality
has finally conquered
the deterrent of death
I can now fearlessly
dive in unafraid
of potentially
fatal consequence

Liberated from this fear
of death's inevitability
we mortal ghosts to be
dance on Danger's tightrope 
with nothing left to lose

Pushing the envelope
our brave elderly crew
looks to go out with a bang
as opposed to a long
drawn out
nursing home whimper

Cover Page

 

I sing the Body Wi-Fi

Image over reality

Style over substance

No physical complications
to mess
with our mind over matter relations

We of the social media chorus
raise our collective virtual voices
toward the all knowing clouds

saturated with cultural knowledge

Extolling the glorious perceptions
that embrace the comfy illusions
we rely on to dance through
this lonely tone deaf life

Passion Played

 

Let's get credible

If only for today

I know we can do it

It's been done before

It's been done before

Maybe it will become habit

A rote muscle memory event

One step at a time...

Flipped a switch
to turn you on

Click...

Nothing happened

like it used to before

Felt like a disconnect

of electrical current

Tried again
this time with feeling

All I heard was that damn click
for this now functional non event

This shit needs to be fixed
but we've mutually

lost the motivation
required for us restoration

Weighed all possible options..

Do we do a complete replacement
or just apply an expectations adjustment?

Can we ever revert back

to the prior comfortable happiness

of a "Just Friends" relationship?

Or has that boat sailed?

Since we both

still want this to work

this will perhaps lead us

to a creative

couple's work around?

Fuckin Faustian Burn

 

I should have known

the deal was too good to be true

But as is too often the case

in my rainbow chasing life 

I put that little voice

in my starry eyed brain

on reckless ignore

The ink was not yet dry
on my soul selling contract

in exchange for wealth and fame
with the slick infernal demon
when I was struck dead
by a meteorite to the head

Nobody controls the stars
but that damn Satan
sure has pull over meteors

Forward all future correspondence
to my new Hellish address

Caveat Emptor for sure

Ghostly Residue

 

The man of conviction
armed only with persistence
and steadfast certainty
made it his mission
to take down the system
long the instrument

of his people's oppression

This of course

made him a threat
to the powers that be

not accustomed

to being challenged

this successfully

So they had him executed
one gray April day
on a Memphis balcony

Making him a holiday

A bookmark of history

But they could not slay

his haunting memory

or the glorious cause

that lives on to this day