Men Overboard

DUCK AND COVER !!!

It's payback time

The shattering of past inequities
for misdeeds committed by our side 
though we were not participants
in any offending situations

We're all gonna take some hits

Penance for sins we did not commit

The whole guilt by association bullshit

Just hope this sledgehammer
out of control pendulum
does not leave any permanent scars

Down Draft

Trapdoor opens

Floor support is no more

as we struggle to prevent
our tragic descent
into the waiting arms
of Chaos Town

A disintegrating place
with crumbling infrastructure
betraying a proud history
of empire and power

Now a mountain range
of smoldering rubble

where frazzle is currency
and the truth served up daily
with a dash of absurdity

cause tragedy
becomes comedy
when it marinates
over the centuries

and all the survivors
who fell through the floor
unknowingly become
the shadow ghosts 
of post apocalypse 

Do you recognize
these apparitions
and the truth behind
their plummeting demise?

They are us

and our sin
was arrogance

The recurring
poison of humanity
throughout history 

Reminiscing at the Ostrich Cafe

Down at the Ostrich Cafe

the wifi accessible crowd

plugs in their wireless buds

and blasts the pop culture loud

in an effective attempt

to drown out the protesting hordes

marching right outside their secured doors

seeking to improve this flawed world..

I sip on my sugary latte

and fondly recall

those bygone days

when music and dissent

were one and the same 

Dealing For Eternity

Back in the day

I use to consort
with demons
of ill repute

We sinned
just for the Hell of it

Made up
our own rules
along the way

That was me

A pagan disciple
of immorality

Until  I found religion
on late night TV

An infomercial
for this
amazing
miracle product
called Jesus

or maybe

it was some sort
of magic mop
that sopped up stains

In the end
tis all the same

except the mop
comes with a money back guarantee
while Christianity
is an all souls
all sales final
total buy in commitment

Exit Carnage

Don't wanna fight anymore
in the political maelstrom
not dissipating any time soon

My views on the controversies of the day
simply don't matter anyway
and the crushing redundancies
of these circular arguments
is really wearing on me

So whether you wanna #MAGA
or ride the #Resistance
please proceed without me

I'll take my seat in the peanut gallery
and hang there until a return of civility 

Pretty Chicky In A Cage

She desired to be
more than your eye candy

Weary of being a lust magnet

All she wanted was respect

The crime of our cosmetic society

So obsessed with surface beauty
we never allowed ourselves to see
the light trapped within the pretty shell
that eventually became her living Hell

Long after the sultry corpse icon 
became the stuff of cultural legend
her well chronicled tale of tragedy 
is still buried beneath the glossy pics
celebrating an innocent sexuality
that was as fake as her naughty smile

The Write Stuffing

I was there that fateful day

when the one and only Jesus Christ

our Lord and Savior

rode in

on a gorgeous white horse

to cast Satan 

and his godless minions away

OK 

so maybe twas a close approximation

of an apocalyptic busting situation

I viewed on a live stream

that may have been

a chemically inspired dream

I'm allowed my binges 

of creative exaggerations

to make the story flow

and proceed in a forwardly direction

It says so 

right here on my poetic license

I bought online for 99 cents

though it as well as myself

may fast be approaching

literary expiration

The War Show

Dust off the off the old generals
Prop them up in front of the map
of our latest war event

We'll get back to porn stars
and pee tapes next week
but now we gotta hear experts speak
about our cool tech weaponry
and how we gotta make Syria
safe for democracy

Blessed Be Woman

That shiny golden cross
is a beacon to the lost

Dangling proudly erect
just above your ample chest

Guiding wandering eyes
to the plunging neckline
and the canyon exposed
in a grand confluence monument
to the spiritual and animal
needs of man

That sly smile discreet

when our eyes did meet

was divine revelation

and a shared confirmation

of my duel admiration

God bless

the feminine gender

Tis a Troubled Puzzlement

Too many loose pieces
clutter up the puzzle

Our former point of reference
now nothing but a faded picture

Masters of the Universe
have gone missing

Reliable sources now insist
they never really existed

Which means there is no salvation

We are on our own for answers

(sweeps puzzle off table)

(assumes fetal position)

Guns and Sympathy

Here we go

Bring on the low caliber politicos

for the long running hit show

Time again for thoughts and prayers

That played out lament

of our nation blood drenched

that worships and perverts

words written on parchment long ago

when low tech muskets were in vogue 

Let us bow our weary heads
over the mangled corpses
of the latest nightmare event

Victims of our sins

who would not have died

if only we had done our duty

to protect humanity
instead of taking the blood money
which paid for today's
homily of hypocrisy

Formula Worship

Here at the Church of Pragmatism
our functionalist congregation
prays to the Gods of Logic
and orderly sterility

Stored in a warehouse cathedral
of black and white theology
the pilgrims are stacked and categorized
as all personal relations
are compartmentalized
to a spreadsheet equation
that attempts to summarize
the complexities of this
illogical human existence

Shoot The Town Cryer

Outraged commentary

about our failing humanity

streaming 24/7

on multiple social media outlets.. 

The posting of great revelations

about life's many inconsistencies

while tweaking hypocrisies

that serve only to confirm the obvious...

:

Life is inherently unfair...

Guess what?

NOBODY CARES

Reverse Predator

Today we feast on the bones
of the slaughtered beast
who made the fatal mistake
of launching an attack
and charging our pack
thinking it was hunting us
not knowing

the group firepower we carried
while violating

the first rule of warfare:

Know thy enemy

Mirror Mirror Go Away

Don't wanna be me

I never really did

but I've played along
as programed

Being a hollow man
for what seems an eternity

Don't wanna be me

Wearing all these labels
Husband, father, friend,
Half ass professional
bean counting clown

Too many clever perceptions
weighing me down

Trudging in place
with all the other
sorry souls
hiding behind smiley
Facebook facades

All the fucking self pity poetry
from this "Count Your Blessings" guy
sure does reek of hypocrisy

Such is the price one pays
when their whole one act play
is based on a worn out cliche

Tis such a locked in existence
once the path of settlement is taken

This desperation too shall pass
as long as the medication lasts

Captain Chaos

Captain Chaos
owes his very existence
to constant friction

A child of turmoil is he

Can not exist in serenity

Peace is his kryptonite 

So he pokes the hornet's nest
whenever his powers wane
and ravenously feeds
off the negative energy
supplied by
his growing legions of enemies

A dangerous game he plays
inciting tension's domain
but conflict is all he knows
and hatred his premium rocket fuel

Of course the poison spewed
will splatter him dormant eventually 
as it has throughout history
on all rabid dog demagogues 

This comforting assumption
is based on the calculation
our deranged captain
does not waste us first

  

The Good Sisters Of Merry

Mary's enthusiasm in bed
was matched
only by her nympho sister Maggie

They loved sharing their men
(Who worshipped their
generosity religiously)

So competitive were they
to be the top lay
their bedsprings did sing
Nearer My God To Thee

Now those of a repressed
Puritanical bent
sought to strip them
of their carnal habits​​​​​​
with a stained glass blast
of fire and brimstone guilt

but the girls could not be swayed
by lame biblical passages
drenched in hypocrisy
(since those bible dudes
were always begatting
with multiple wives)

In the end
the merry sisters
kept doing what came naturally
just as the Lord intended
when he created woman and man
in that lost paradise of Eden

Ode To Sheep Dogs

Every click we inflict
on the world wide web
is registered in a database
sprinkled in the cloud fields
of gray artificial intelligence...

These ghost ships ultimately
define our identity
as our dreams get categorized
and marginalized
into the blender
of trend analysis
which allows the Data Masters
to know what we desire
before even we do...

Tis not as bad as it seems
this apocalyptic nightmare dream
of corporate government thought control
fueling the totalitarian inclinations
of the long established ruling class
now armed with this useful cyber tool...

Unburdened by the constraints
and poor choices that excess options bring
to us overwhelmed fodder fools
we will now finally be totally free
to be the very best sheep we can be...

Flight Of The Enabler

So tired am I
of being your fall back guy
every time you require 
a shoulder on which to cry

My back grows weary
from boosting constantly
your wavering self esteem

The needs
of this support pillar
will no longer be secondary
to the wistful whims
of my drama queen

Time for me to go
before I lose my identity 
and become
a pitiful mess like you

Nearer My God To Me

In my dream
the Lord cameth to me
seeking advice
on a query of theology

Told his high Divineness
I was not qualified
in what really should be
his area of pious expertise

He smiled that sacred smile
and let out a soft sigh
cause he had no idea why
he would ever ask this befuddled guy
anything about anything

Maybe the Big Kahuna

was just feeling lonely 

The Final Dissolution

These days keep bleeding together..

Time is accelerating..

Too many years gone..

Loved ones moving on..

Friendships evaporate..

Pain accumulates..

Critical mass reached..

Shredded denials breached.. 

Time for me to disintegrate..

The whole dust to dust rap..

Whisked away by the wind

Load Bearing Peeps

These chains of obligation
we carry like beasts

Day after day
dragging our weighed down asses
up mountain steep
to do what must be done
for glory unseen

For there are no medals
to be awarded
on the hollow pedestal 
of real life

At the end of the journey
after the task is complete
we can finally find respite
and rest our weary feet

Take a long sip of eternity
savoring the knowledge 
we did our duty

Read All About Me

Back in the day
I never knew what to say

On perpetual mute was I

Which peeps misread as shy
but twas really just abject fear
of living inappropriately

This of course happens
when lacking self confidence
in the field of public expression

Then I stumbled into social media

Twitter specifically

Where I found my voice
posting micropoetry

Hashtag venting in the public domain

Emptying my soul anonymously

The release felt so good

I found a creative addiction

Now I ramble on daily

Free from the demons of uncertainity

with text friends I shall never meet

who unlike my flesh and blood pals 

give a damn what I have to say

Destruction Construction

We use 
the tribulations of today
as stepping stones
for the glory of tomorrow
like the good
brick layers we are

Building character
from the fragments
of exploded stars
one disaster at a time

Rules Of Dissent

Henceforth and forthwith
any and all acts of dissent
will be regulated by the government
and every placard will be taxed
to cover the high cost
of the first amendment

Prospective mind numbing
repetitive chants
must first be submitted
to the Patriot Media Center
where a committee
of carefully vetted linguists
will edit out all obscenities
or any other language deemed obscene
by the censorship bureaucracy

Those who can not abide by these rules
or still feel the need to disobey subtly
will be summarily tossed over
our shiny new state of the art wall
to be forever cast out
with all the other enemies
of 21st Century democracy

March On By

To all the very recently awakened
hyper activated 
righteous crusaders
seeking mass conversions
to their latest glorious cause:

PLEASE LET ME BE

Go save the world without me

I got bills to pay
and that damn clock
keeps ticking away

This is the only injustice
that I need to rectify

Buried Treasure

Those who tell the story
keep the version simple

Free of any messy complexity
to cloud the narrative
or contradict their
black and white slant

At the end of the tale
when the last page has turned
tis up to the reader to discern
any and all truth they can find
taking up residence between the lines

Damnable Man

After the revolution
intelligence became irrelevant
as emotion ruled the day
and a payback mentality held sway

State sponsored media
spun incendiary stories
to stoke mob insanity
as violence became
the sanctioned way
to obliterate dissent

Then the inevitable consequence
when the beast pushed too far
the pendulum swung and hit back hard

Those who ruled by the sword
were eventually sliced and diced

Their bloody remains
stain the pages of our history

To be repeated again and again

The cycle of stupidity

The curse of humanity

Off Switch On

Political vigilante mobs
on the job 24/7
polluting social media
with their partisan bullshit

Perpetually angry outsiders
sabotaging the exasperated powers that be

with stinging rants of hyperbole   

but on January 20th
come Inauguration Day
antagonists and protagonists  

dutifully switch shifts
as a whole new crew
of naysayers move in
to replace
the now jubilant obstructionists

who formerly lobbing down opinion bombs

from the roped off balcony 

Now the combat majority

will eagerly assume power

to dominate and denigrate

the pissed off opposition

as the squeaky wheel
of cynical government turns
but continues going nowhere

Inevitable Expiration

People die

It happens every day

Tis planned that way
to reshuffle the deck
so overpopulation
is held at bay

Death is the fearful reality
shared by humanity

Rich or poor

Famous or infamous

There is no buyout clause

Tis a non negotiable
natural law

All things must end

So we best do
with all our might
this gift of life right