Crucifix On Wheels

Why must sin always be

so frickin subjective

and hopelessly time sensitive?

Such is the fickle nature

of modern morality...

There just ain't no consistency...

Which only adds to the anxiety

of trying to live saintly

in the 21st Century 

Number One

Knots in my hair
and I don't care
cause I ain't going nowhere...

Not doing a Zoom
or Facetime any time soon...

I am retired from being seen...

No more issues with self esteem...

On this island where I be King

Lingering Pandemic

Been existing in our escape pods so long...

Temporary has become the norm...

Hard to say once this storm dissipates 
if we'll ever be able to cleanly escape
and find our way back to our displaced lives..

One thing everyone deep down knows...

Things will never be the same

Transition Condition

This sure feels like transition
though I'm not quite certain
exactly from whence we came
and have even less of a clue
of the destination we be going to

The Good Fight

We came to fight injustice...

Armed only with righteous indignation
and our morally pure intentions

into the breach we charged
but the scope of enemy prejudices

were far too pervasive
to be easily contained or restrained...

So we had to recalibrate our mission
and limit our battle to local hatreds

that fell within the narrow confines

of our leveraged sphere of influence

All The World...

Everything you view

on display today
is part of the act...

So you gotta realize
what you see
may or not be
what you get...

Tis all a staged event...

A daily tour de force
for the comforting benefit
of historical conformity...

Belief in today's version of reality
is totally optional of course

Nuclear Cherry Bombs

Peeps really need to learn

how to properly debate

with rational discretion…

When I drop a comparative simile

please don’t take the connection literally…

Treating the two subjects equally

in relative severity…

For example…

“Cancel Culture is like Nazi speech suppression”

does not mean these beasts are one and the same

They just share a common trait…

Though in differing degrees…

So you can lose the false equivalency…

Wrecked By Text

I do miss nuance...

Gone are telling inflections...

The majesty of subtlety
has become a collateral casualty
of our text obsessed society...

For there no longer exists
lines to read between
on this passive flat screen
that sucks out all emotions
from human conversations

Birthday Clocking

From it's perch high
on the edge of eternity
Time watches over
Circus Humanity
as the Calendar of Forever
regulates the great clock in the sky
tracking the morsels of minutes
duly allocated to we Earthly inhabitants...

So it rolls for you and I

riding our personal timelines

now forever intertwined...

How thankful am I

for that glorious day

you joined this world

and were put on the clock...

Cause now we're perfectly aligned...

Delightfully synchronized...

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

A rhythmic song in two part harmony...

A mutually reliant melody...

One empty without the other...

Am I the tick or the tock?

I forgot...

Anyway....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!  

 

 

The Search For Muteness

I remain
hopelessly deranged...

Thoughts scream unrestrained...

A madness symphony
with multiple conductors
tripping from different pages
on collapsing stages...

Sleep offers zero relief
from this damn cacophony...

There really seems to be

no internal volume control for me...

Maybe I'll grow deaf

to this insanity some day...

Hopefully 

Rage Junkies

Peeps be so easily outraged these days...

Seems almost like they wanna be...

Poking through news of the day
for form fitting anger nuggets
to post on social media sites...

Where they bond with other rage junkies...

in an orgy of explosive text invectives

directed at a common enemy

who in turn will counter rant

An endless cycle of negativity

One would think

it would be played out by now

Down The Chute

Now that we've muzzled the top mutt
and all his yapping lap dog friends
I wonder where the suppression ends?

Who decides when the mute curtain drops?

Is censorship now a committee activity
or does it fall to faceless technocrats?

Welcome to the slippery slope...

Fill in the Blankety Blank

People query me occasionally

(not really as I have no peeps)

if my content poetry

pertaining to sexual

and chemical debauchery

is autobiographical...

Truth by told

these literary exploits are poetic flights

of unrestrained fictional fantasy...

Scribed in the first person sense

purely for dramatic effect 

by this bland man self sentenced

to a lifetime of monotony

Poetry provides me a reprieve

and an escape trip

from a flat line life

temporary as it may be 

Read All About Me

What's more depressing

than drinking alone

when your cup goes dry

and all you can do is cry

over 

your life deprived

as the night

yawns indifferently

to your pathetic plight?

Seriously, what can be sadder?

I know!!!

Posting online about it to strangers

Loose Consequence

Tripping over the guilt
that could not be off loaded

A slow erosion of the soul

Soon to be a psychosis
beyond our feeble control

Actions have consequence

Actions have consequence

When will we ever learn?

Pointy Headed Man

 

The strict 

and powerful

Bishop of Order 

Worships at

the alter of

Rigid Structure

Prays from

the Book of Absolute Static

Preaches ye olde world order

to the well funded top enders

While out 

in the unscrubbed streets

the wild dogs are a howling

Weary of fighting

over the scraps

of the past... 

Oh my fellow riff raff

the times they are a changing fast

Social media outlets

spewing discontent

in all directions

Transmitting history as it happens

Real time events

that can no longer

be spun properly

by old school media

Corporate lap dogs no longer able

to compartmentalize the commotion

or marginalize the collective pain 

Walls that have stood for centuries

come tumbling

down

Overwhelmed

by the unstoppable frustrations

finally unleashed

The Bishop of

Crumbling Order

desperately tries to crush

rampant dissent by pious decree

Checkmate!!

As the forces of today

finally triumph

over weary yesterdays

The bitter cleric

of course will

never relent

Wraps himself

in his tattered banner

Ranting

to his fellow ghosts

about the good old days

and their lost domination

He thrusts his tarnished staff

that once symbolized power

into the smudged mirror

Shattering the illusion forever

that rigid institutions

can permanently hold dominion

over an enlightened population

The Gravest Show On Earth

Give me anarchy 
or give me death...

Splattered all over the internet
for the pleasure of all us voyeurs
browsing a stairway to Destruction...

 
Snugly sequestered in our bunker basements...

Streaming vicariously the Apocalypse...

Texting mass carnage outrage commentary...   

 
The end of us will be a spectator sport

Road Assholes

Rolling down the mountain...

A long winding late night trek
on an ancient narrow roadway... 

Fellow travelers from the other direction
blind my view with high beams blaring...

Nary a soul bothers to dim their lights...

Why bother extending common courtesy

in this age of selfish "tis all about me" fuckery ??

Zero consideration given for others compromised sight

as we strain to see the perilous future of a blinded humanity... 

Such a dim reflection of these cynical times

  

Calendar Tripping

Bugs buzz dancing on my head...

Why ain't they all dead?
(This being December and all)

Why am I sweating so profusely
as the heat has been turned off
and I can see my breath?
(This being December and all)

My life is truly rolling too disjointed...

Events flowing totally out of season...

I really need a shot of egg nog

Reckless Assumptions

Let us descend en masse...

Enter that dark place again...

The bleeding insanity bin

to store our collective madness...

Surely it is inevitable

that we are destined to climb out of this shit

like we have so many times before

Liberate ourselves from our current abyss... 

The miraculous escape is our specialty

Is it not?
Is it not?

Underachiever's Plea

I want you to acknowledge

just once before I die

that I am trying my best...

What more can you expect of me

in this accomplishment worshipping society? 

Stop sodomizing the bottom lines

Try reading between them instead...

Maybe then you can forgive my underachievements

If you can,

perhaps so can I

and me and my mutt self esteem

can exit this frickin dog house 

 

Writ of Reality

Wither the concept
of absentee Justice...

She used to exist
on a marble pedestal
long before the current days

when corruption clouded our way...

The battles have all been fought..

Once proud banners lie tattered and charred 

All that remains are the incriminating scars
covering the harsh verdict of history

No appeals will be forthcoming

No reprieves to be received

Karma laws are now in full effect

Ghost Letter

On the eve of battle
a soldier wrote his love

"If I die come morrow
please temper your sorrow
with this hopeful refrain:

If this be the last war
and men die no more
then my death was not in vain"

He perished of course
many many wars ago
in yet another pointless conflict
where nothing was gained
and everything lost

Minimal Resistance

I have nowhere to go
and nothing to do...

If I ever got to nowhere
nothing would get done...

The life of the contentment...

Far beyond your petty judgments...

The ultimate benefit...

Unrepentant minimalist... 

Zero sum zero...

Isn't retirement fun?

Make America Bland Again?

Us against them

ad infinitum

Blame the Dems

Us against them
ad infinitum

Expose and dispose those fiends of msm
poisoning America with hidden agendas

Imprison those radicals of BLM
before they scale the walls of suburbia
and bring darkness to our well manicured land

Stick it to the Socialists

Neuter those freaks of LGBTQ

Crucify heathen non Christians

Stir our growing enemies list

Deflect Deflect

Unleash the mighty algorithm

Divide and conquer their diversity weakness

When "them" has been vanquished
and their threat ceases to exist
we will have achieved glorious bland oneness

But what happens
to our uni thought collective
when a system breach
causes a data malfunction
and the dystopian beast
we did release
turns on us?

 

FAKE Inside Out

 

Foam at the mouth conspiracy theory zealots
are rapidly becoming my favorite entertainment

These players now demand a precise body recount
of the stiffs laid out by the coronavirus 
since they have never met personally
nary a one of these obviously contrived statistics

This leads rational peeps to conclude logically
that these brave seekers of alternate reality
truly need to get out of their basements more

Buzz Kill

Time to bludgeon those past prejudices
which have finally outlived their usefulness

Bigotry is not a good look anymore

It lacks the legitimacy it had before

Though we continue to deal with lingering ignorance
cause too many still harbor ancient tribal bullshit
but this does not mean we need be part of it

Homo Moronicus

That's just great...

Now I gotta retaliate
for the slight you laid on me
unintentional as it may be...

For I am a man you see
and these chains of toxic masculinity
demand I avenge every disrespect
lest I be portrayed as weak

This curse does make me ponder
if my gender will ever evolve fully?

Ode To Bacchus

Let us respect the buzz
this chemical addition
to our bloodstream brings

Fear not the potential addiction
to achieve this euphoric state
(temporary as it may be)

Reality sure ain't that great

So what if our mood enhancing vice
hastens our inevitable demise
why not enjoy the thrill ride guilt free?

Case for the Persecution

 

I must be guilty of something
so you may as well prejudge me...

No lame self defense arguments
will be presented today...

No use wasting good alibis

on a blind, deaf, and dumb jury

Those distractions only get in the way
of my inevitable prosecution

and conviction
for the crime of being alive