Mute Points

 

Where were you

on the day of reckoning

when decisions had to be made

how our future course was to be laid?

You sure as Hell weren't here

Your absence made it clear

that you had no interest

in the decision making process

and the heavy burden

that comes with it

So stuff your "should of" criticisms

This conversation is for players only

Global Blender

 

Can you hear it?

Off in the receding distance...

Cries of global hunger

Desperate famine
advancing our way

No longer
just a Third World
tragedy play

Can you hear it now?

Perhaps you should
pop out those ear buds?

Now we got mass pestilence
sneaking over our walls
of smug indifference

I guess it can happen here

You can't ignore problems away

In our rapidly shrinking world
there is no more THEM

No more faceless unfortunates

There is finally only us

One Humanity tragically

united by poverty

Infected Us

 

The blips on the edge

of our known galaxy

began as a faint

cluster of satellite captured

mystery transmissions

Too far out to be any threat

to threaten our precious security

based on extensive expensive

expert analysis

Those in command

in their infinite wisdom

deemed this "Voodoo Science"

which they did not understand

boring as Hell

and not very cost efficient

Not when the money

could be best spent

on modern high tech munitions

to drop on a Third World Country

for a liberation mission

that makes great deflection television

So our satellite eyes

were turned off and closed shut

as part of the Bigger Better

Austerity Budget

In retrospect

this may have been a mistake

For the soul of our global village

was absconded
by the unexplained phenomenon
that dropped from the sky
while we were sleeping

Woke up as zombies

A mindless populace

Easily manipulated

by powers unseen

Is this all a bad dream
or our new forever slave reality?

Or maybe this is an upgrade?

Third Star From the Right

 

There comes a point
in this trip that seems endless
deep into
the indifferent horizon
that you have to surrender
and turn over the keys
to the power of motion
that will eventually
pierce the inertia
determined to hinder us
from our current destination

If we do survive
and somehow manage to arrive
don't you dare look back
deep into the abyss
of pointless over analysis

No need for useless remembrance

All that post trip bullshit
that sticks to our shoes
and leaves behind
the clinging accumulation
retrospective residue
which only serves to slow us down
like a persistent inhibiting demon
as we set out to embark
on our final life journey

Wind Blown Us

 

At the official dissolution of us
she inquired politely
in a tone quite melancholy
since we were now
officially "just friends" again
where we went wrong
and what did become
of our once great relationship

As the Dylan poem proclaims:

"The answer my friend
is blowing in the wind"

Untied things
of insecure means
lacking in substance
and gravitas
are prone to blow away
when the weather goes stormy

Open the Looking Glass

 

"This is how it's done"

"Standard procedure"

"By the book"

"Put those blinkers on"

Maybe it's time to shatter
these preconceived labels
that have always enabled
well established presumptions

Dispose of those dusty assumptions
that have stubbornly
defined our distorted reality

Open up 
a fresh universe of unexplored
untried possibilities
that we never would have considered
if we had not liberated
this repressed imagination
in the first place

Sister Go To

 

Doing a montage
of conquests past
to combat insomnia

Tis a quick riffle
of stilled images
from scraps of erotic memory

My harem of yesterday

real and imaginary
never fails to do the trick
as the launch
definitely not meant to be sustained

ejaculates white lava tensions

in a quick burst

of blessed release
and a sleep state
is finally obtained

Upon suppressed reflection

I have never fully conquered

the obscene whispers

from my Catholic indoctrination

that this act of masturbation

is somehow classified as a venal sin

in their thick book of control

If only Sister Mary Kate

and her faux pious crew knew

she has always been my go to

harlot that gets me off the quickest

Amen bitches

Unnatural Selection

 

Fist fighting a burly stranger
over a flirty wench named Doris
whom we both wanted to take home

and get intimate with

Like two rams butting heads
to mate with the in heat bitch
who was getting off on the conflict

over her physical affection

as we rolled about brawling

on the sticky tavern floor

which reeked of spilt beer

and fragmented nut shells

It was a lengthy 

perfectly choreographed fight scene

like you see in those old

black and white Western flicks

with John Wayne trading fists

against an anonymous character actor

who always got his ass kicked

by the top billed star in the end

In this action packed edition

it was my turn to play the Duke

as I hit my worthy adversary

whom I did not know

before this manly engagement
with such a perfect blow
I could feel his nasal bones crack
beneath my now very scraped

crimson flooded fist

He dropped in a heap

holding his destroyed face

as I staggered down the bar

to claim my feminine prize

for a night of natural fornication

Alas I was advised

by the pissed off proprietor

of this drinking hole establishment

that the object of my painful desire

had left the scene of the altercation

with a suave pacifist

tax accountant named Clyde

who drove a baby blue Ferrari

and promised my now absent love

an unlimited coke supply

I brought a dirty bar crying towel

wrapped with ice to be applied

to the proboscis

of my former adversary

to stem the red tide

Of course I bought my new friend

an adult beverage

as we dissected the cause

of our inglorious encounter

and mutually lamented

the utter futility

of intergender relationships

for damaged mutts like us

in the 21st Century

Losing to Win

 

Give us this day
our daily bloodletting

She hits me in my intellect

A low blow for sure
and always my weakest spot

The one sided battle

quickly turns into a route
as she pummels
my male insecurities
like a coke crazed jazz drummer
closing out a set

She gets me up
off the foreplay mat

We have makeup sex

She lets me win at that

I can't wait for the rematch

Life Hurts

 

What came first the depression or pain?

They blur in concerted agony

Torturing in harmony

Blending misery

Razor blade slices my tongue

A jagged bloody mess

Now I can't French Kiss

This hurt makes me lonely

The pain supplements my sadness
like rancid bacon and eggs

Nobody wants me

Least of all myself

The miserable freak

Blessings Tabulation

 

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

You have more in your pocket

than you think

even if you believe 

the quality of your life stinks

No matter how much it currently hurts

millions of less fortunate souls got it far worse

So go outside in the pouring rain

Splash in the juiciest puddles...

and by all means...

COUNT YOUR FRICKIN BLESSINGS !!!

Soul Collector

 

Angel of Death

Always lurking
on the periphery
of human tragedy

Ready to load up
harvested souls
for his long time boss

Cares not
if the victims protest
or whimper about their fate

They ain't gonna negotiate
their way
out of eternity

Nothing personal mate

Just a case of wrong place
wrong time mortality

Hate Connection

 

Just because I hate A
does not mean necessarily
that I love B

For you see my little droogies

I am quite capable of despising
both sides of this decrepit coin

The enemy of my enemy
can never be my friend
cause I can't readily

compartmentalize

and build walls
around my many hatreds

to avoid
complicated conflict duplication

Iceberg Man

 

That dude you so admire

All smooth and debonair

Struts about

with the confident air

of a hyper cool superstar

He seems

to have his shit together

He's the legend we fans

saddled with our own

personal anxieties  

can only dream to be

But perception ain't always reality

Too often they are dreams

of how we wish things played

For while the confidence man projects

nary a care in the world

like an iceberg

we only see the tip

and not

the underlying despair

trapped beneath

our hero's churning sea

of suppressed insecurities 

The Opiate of Numbers

 

We the esoteric oracles of future events
have moved way past
primitive crystal ball tech

Instead we now harvest targeted data
to project tomorrow with supreme confidence
based on our very best
quantitative sample analysis

Modern prophets of an arrogant bent
rely heavily on these black and white stats
to such a skewed over reliant extent
they oft overlook unseen anomalies
tucked away in the shaded margin of error

Ignore not the ancient sage of prophesy
warning us to beware the Beast of Improbability
slight as the long shot odds statistically
that the catastrophe may seem to be

We need to always respect the possibility
that our best laid statistical projections
are no match for the power of Destiny

That most overlooked shock variable
throughout illogical human history

Help Wanted

 

All I want for Christmas
is a president
who is smarter than me

Not a high bar exactly

Here's my Chief Executive Check List:

One who is well informed
and eloquent with their positions

Possessing of intellectual curiosity

A firm grasp of history

Well versed in economics

would be excellent

A person who is compassionate

towards those less fortunate

A leader with a steady moral compass

A beacon who is globally respected

Not a close minded fool

brimming with arrogance
trying to bluff his way through

Is it too much to ask for competence?

Disorderly Transition

 

Back and front...

Out and in...

Our orderly sequence

has gone astray...

Tis that kind
of transposed day...

We can either strain
to scrub away the stains
and get back to the original intent
or accept 
this permanent reversal variation
and learn to embrace

life's many deviations 

Contrived Villainy

 

In our stunned state

when the walls

came tumbling down

we were for once

in that moment

one nation

A united people
on that tragic day

And in our naivete
we actually believed
our rarefied national unity
post 9/11
would survive
the pointless partisan blasts
that serve only to divide
and distract
us tainted peasants
from who the real enemy is

Murky Mirror Man

 

How ironic

that I have become

all the things

I used to mock

and revile

in my youthful nativity

Not the way

I ever envisioned I would be

Such is the high price

of muddling conformity

Always settling

for the comfortable

low risk wave averse position

A member of 

the obscure

anonymous median

Part of the muddling majority

Mired in our stagnant mediocrity

The nightmare

of always settling

and shortchanging

our sold out dreams

Hooray For Us

 

I do so wish
we legions of misfits
would dismiss this fixation
with trying to fit in
and assimilate 
with the bland median

I dream we cease
constantly tearing each other down
by standing on the bone pile
to be better seen and admired
by our false cultural idols

Always desperately seeking validation
from this shallow judgmental
cookie cutter society
saturated with hypocrisy
that has as way more
deep seated issues than we

I do so aspire
for the day 
we misfits finally see
that we are the flawed majority,
disorganized as we may be

Celebrate and leverage
our many variances
that bless our diverse alloy
with the fiber strength of steel

To Do or Not to Do

 

If we are to be defined
by the choices we make
then we must
also be assigned
by the choices we don't

Acts of omission
can either diminish
or uplift us

It's no wonder
that with all these
variations
permutations
and their sticky consequences
we too often get paralyzed
by indecisiveness

Best to not over think

Trust first instinct

Gut intuition can be your friend

Make your play
as best you can
and in the end
don't beat yourself up
over imperfect
all too human decisions

No need get overly defensive

Learn from your thought process

And then turn the page
and proceed confidently

in a forwardly direction

Not Edgy Enough

 

Out here on the perimeter
far beyond the boundary
of standard demarcation

but close enough to still inflict

cultural imperatives

on us out there natives

hangs a flashing neon sign
on a crumbling wall
that reads:

"Death is the Ultimate Trip"

This you already knew?

Well good for you

my connected friend

Remind me to unplug
that Epiphany cliche
and push away

to find a new perimeter

not mired down

by soul crushing

cliched pop reality

Modern Incriminations

 

The adulterous letch

currently in a panic 

Covering his tracks
this cheating man
tries to scrub his hard drive
of incriminating texts
with his sexy mistress

that saturates like a fungus

his trusty hand held device

Alas,
this modern day palimpsest

Etch A Sketch
will retain original

and subsequent sins
that can be revived
when clever forensics are applied

The desperate dickhead

will find 

an old fashioned

sledge hammer
to the damning evidence
still works best

Head Wrong

 

The ancient Rules of Attraction:

Boy sees girl

Boy wants girl

Girl teases the bull

Girl sets the terms

To those overheated souls
who seek
to adroitly navigate

and hopefully penetrate
the nether region area
beneath her dangerous curves
first read the blood stained
warning label attached

Good luck 
trying to differentiate
her variations
of pleasure and pain
in this zero sum game
of lust based relations

Not that the male of the species

will have the capacity to care

or think rationally

when the flag goes up

as his engine roars

and the fine print

in the infernal contract

he just signed gets ignored

Tis no accident

the male to female ratio

here in Hades

is so damned skewed

against us lonely boys 👿

Timely Dancer

 

When tomorrow becomes today
we need to accept
that soon it will be yesterday

Though it often seems this way
time is never a static concept
as shadows slow dance with

and eventually envelope

the blurred silhouette
that soon will be captured by darkness

Best respect and adapt

to this ever changing circumstance

Motion being a kinetic constant
on the continuum spectrum

that claims us all in the end

Sexolution

 

Bartender Heather,
the former feather dancer
used to be
a professional dream teaser

She's a throw back to innocent times
when erotica was all in the mind

Sexy silhouette, sultry shadows
flirtatious winks and a naughty smile

Back then it was a scandalous show
nice girls did not get into

Today the fantasy game
is all silicon based and in your face
with little left to the imagination

Bored girls grind hard to lonely souls
for the currency in their pockets
with all the passion
of a rote business transaction

While a withered Heather sighs
and rolls her heavily made up eyes
 
Pours drinks to the horny pervs
and wistfully laments her lost art 

Damnable Doubts

 

Forever in my line of sight

The immaculate dream

bathed in soft sunlight

She has and will always be

my unattainable angel

Shrouded in mystery

I question my lucky eyes

partaking of this wishful vision

All I know of her

is a silhouette I see

when the sunlight deems

to share her glorious form with me

Every curve is magnified

by the luscious shadow 

the goddess casts

A celebration in my eyes

My imagination

vividly colors her whole

between the lines

of the romance novel

where I craft us together

happily ever after

Filling in the blanks

as I strain to escape

the picture frame

that is our anti fantasy

too damn rational prison

where angels are forbidden

to reside in our gray reality

Bio Disposable

 When tomorrow becomes today

all our dreams officially
get summarily
and permanently
taken away

by a long gray convoy

of dented dump trucks

Dropped in a boggy marsh
on the outskirts
of our soon to be Ghost Town
with all the other Disposables
from our throw away society

Only God's Chosen Ones get recycled

Performance Issues

 

Some days

Like today

I just can't get into character

Bogged down by persistent doubt
that my act has grown lazy
and the world now knows
just how Fugazi I truly am

The judgmental chorus
is so totally clueless
how hard it is
to change acts
for an insecure fraud my age

Prayer For Affirmation

 

When I read
the daily litany
of human calamities
from the safety
of my secure bunker
I lay on thick
my best social media empathy shtick

"Prayers for this" 🙏🙏

"Hearts for that" 💓💓 

Emoji sympathies

Ain't I long distance compassionate?

Group hugging these unfortunate strangers

Like all the other poser
posting hypocrite saints
in this sick voyeur domain
who deep down are relieved
"Thankfully it's them not me
dealing with this tragedy"

So we fish for mass kudos
to feed our starving self esteem
in this dark sea of misery
that passes for Humanity