Sunday, November 29, 2015

Love of My Night

This much I know

Twas a night of epic cheer

Though it turned to blur

sometime between

hello and good bye  

So here I lie

in a strange bed

Unclear how I got here

or what I did

and with whom

Singular or plural

Very hard to say

Next move

Do I sneak out silently
or snuggle
with the mystery lump
laying next to me?

Is this the end
or a romance beginning?

What was her name again? 

Friday, November 27, 2015

Volume Control

I rant

and then

I rave

Simply for effect

until my entire point

gets drowned out

by passion's excess

Need to take a breath

Tone down the rhetoric

and play rationally  

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Moral Upgrading

Most saints
were sinners once

Just like us

Tap dancing
up and down
on the spectrum
of morality

Flawed creatures
splattered with a variety
of wrong way violations

Yet they found the resolve

to overcome their core imperfections

and get their shit together 
prior to their moral disintegration   

to become the moral icons
and shiny medallions
celebrated today

So why the Hell can't we
cast off our layers of sin
and find redemption
like those marble saints of yore?  

Chipped Glass

Before I became
the shadow I am today

I use to care deeply

Filled with empowerment 

Believed that I mattered

People cared what I had to say

but the world

had it's own agenda

Made me feel irrelevant

Now I chirp irreverent

A bitter mockingbird

hopping around

with clipped wings

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Sacred Predators

My God is better
than your God

My prayers
the only channel
that is received

My ancient book
is ABSOLUTE truth

Your cult is subversive
with words that pervert
and offend the one true Lord
who rides with me 

So convert or get purged

You dangerous heathens  
with your sour fake theology
and sacrilegious ways 

must be destroyed

My God told me so

and as everyone knows

My God is way better

than your God

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Knowing Thy Audience

Starving writer

Desperate for inspiration

Fishing for relevance
in a sea of apathy

The passion is still there
his positive poetry
is woefully nowhere

Totally out of fashion

for this cynical world

Eventually tomorrow

he'll tap into his pain

and unleash the blues

Word torrents of sorrow

his somber audience can relate to

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Odd Bawling

I've always struggled
with the concept of appropriate

Forever straining the fabric
of social conventions

I am harmless though 

but I realize

my flights from propriety  
make friends and family cringe 

Like a maladjusted puzzle piece
forever battling to fit in
to somehow pass for normal

People call me a character

as they snicker and chatter

about my latest indiscretion

I smile like fools do

but it bothers me

more than they know

Why do I always

 have to be




Monday, November 16, 2015

No Room At the Inn

screams the sign
on the big ugly wall
we built
to restrain
the displaced unfortunates 
who desire to breathe
freedoms air
that we no longer care
to share

Those desperate refugees
knocking at our door
seeking asylum
from horrific war
yearning to be free
in the land of liberty
like our forefathers before
when they fled poverty
and oppression

If they came today
they would be turned away
as scary aliens
looking to crash
the locked down USA

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Pay Back Reflex

You hit us

We hit back

Round and round

Punch and counter punch

Hatred is trending

Now we commence
once again
the bloody dance

to avenge Paris

and get our revenge

as humanity descends


into the abyss

of recycled violence

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The One and Only

I am 

the odd man out
in this paired up room
of joined at the hip couples

Everybody has somebody

I got nobody

All I get for my solitude

are the looks

and the whispers


what the Hell

is wrong with me

and especially

how dare I be

so fucking happy

Incarcerated Life

We are all born
into this world
as spirits free

Time and circumstance
reign over us relentlessly
with bullshit rules
of which we have no say

We either conform

or we stray

Either way

over the years we forge

our prison without bars

Captive individuals

struggling to make sense 

of this life sentence

we are all serving

Bitter Tea Party

Cameras roll 

Choreographed mob scene
raging out of control
as the angry dragons
fan the populist flames 

Preaching their brand
of political anarchy
to the dysfunctional party
who line up dutifully
to receive their poison 
from the Mad Hatter
pouring arsenic tea
into their cracked cups

All the while
the sideline pundits pontificate
their psycho babble nonsense

As if one can analyze rage
in our rapidly collapsing
us against them age

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Service of Shame

Fat ass 
fast food

Gorging on burgers and fries

Don't want the slaves
earning a living wage
cause it will milk shake up
the dog eat dog economy 
if they gotta lay out
a few more discretionary coins
to feed their gluttony 

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Let Us Prey

Here in the jungle
we got too many killers
and not enough lovers

Grisly massacres roll nightly

as the victim's screams

wail out in a symphony of sirens

Is this the natural order of things?

Will we all eventually succumb
to our predatory history  

or do those of us

currently cowering 

in silent anxiety

have the will power

to change

our downward destiny?

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Such Alliteration

Shirley stealthy sells
shattered sea shells
by the sandy sea shore

She will surely be
shunned by decent society 
for selling such
shoddy merchandise

Since she socked away
the spoils of her staggering larceny
to such an extent
she could smugly smile
when consumers screamed
about her lax
don't give a shit attitude

Sheriff Simmons
was summarily summoned
by state investigators
to smooth over
the sticky situation

but since he was 
secretly sleeping
with slutty Shirley
the investigation was squashed

Just another shocking case
of sexual shenanigans
such as this
squashing justice

Monday, November 2, 2015

Side Line Snipers

Haters gotta hate

Losers gotta whine

and know it alls gotta preach

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Where the perfekt congregate
to pontificate
their brand of hypocrisy

as they sit on the fence

and drop down their two cents

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Kicking Out The Plug

We rose and exploded
as the neon lights 
flashed a curtain call
for us all

Last song played
a melody of memories 
as the bulldozers moved in

Glitter dome shattered
and the funky structure fell
on the stragglers
with nowhere better to go 

Our grand dance floor now buried
under a million grains of stardust
a few actually tried to snort

Old habits die hard

All surviving disciples fled
the scene of the demise

Disco was dead

It was time
for us 

to leave the womb

and grow up