Sunday, April 6, 2025

WE the People

 

Stop knocking diversity

as a dire threat to democracy

with your ignorant digs...


Don't piss on the concept of unity and indivisibility

like they are such radical philosophies...


Why is it that the kids today

can see equality's beacon light so clearly 

while my bitter generation still clings

to the old ways of darkness?


Lapping up all the old deceptions

laced with lazy stereotypes...


Instead of being prisoners to our history

we should be the ones leading the charge

to permanently blast away the sins of the past...


The times truly are a changing  

so we dinosaurs best adapt

and get with the inclusion program ...


Let go of the segregation we once knew...


The American Revolution continues. 





Dumb Struck Cult

 

If you have the audacity
to now label Twitter 
as the letter X
cause a man child
billionaire says so

If you actually believe
the Gulf of Mexico
is now the Gulf of America
because of an idiot's decree

If you relate
to the inbred morons
who dream of Canada
one day being the 51st state

You are in a mindless cult my son

Run your nonsense
up the flagpole
as some sort of sick
loyalty litmus test

Rename and rebrand
reality to your heart's content

But at the end of the day

We all laugh at your naivete 
and the ass you rode in on
for the bowel movement
of the MAGA accident
soon to be flushed
down the toilet drain of history

What a relief that will be



Saturday, April 5, 2025

Be True to Yourself

 

The chances of you and I
escaping this flash orgy
with our virtue still intact
is virtually an impossibility

The paper thin fragility
of long ago Sunday School morality
drilled into our fair heads
well before we were ever acquainted
with the pleasures supplied

by partaking of physical temptation

As the years accumulate
and the implanted guilt dissipates
we realize finally
the futility
of constantly restraining
our natural urges
based on an ancient second hand text
written by self serving hypocrites
and passed down through the centuries
by charlatans and control freaks

Tibi ipsi esto fidelis




Angel Bust

 

The heavenly chorus dropped down

from the azure sky
singing hosannas and lullabies

Everywhere we went
the cherubs were around

Century piled upon century

We heard the music
but not the sound

Never focusing on the lyrics

They politely requested
we sinners join their harmony serene
but we did not take
these messengers seriously

So this pissed off ensemble
quickly transposed
to apocalypse mode

While our ship
was sinking
the band played on

A dirge for us all

A requiem for the gone




Wither Americana

 

The MAGA legions
wear red threads made in China
and preach American exceptionalism
dispensing missives of ethnic nationalism
that have sparked conflicts
throughout history

Wrapped in red white and blue
the America First crew
eschews the world view
for a narrow myopic reality
that have fueled wars
throughout history

Peeking out from behind the wall
the protectionism mob
of anti globalist guardians
practice excessive tariff levies
guaranteed to wreck economies
that have led to recessions
throughout history

and so it goes...

Events will spiral out of control

Of course
those pulling the strings

from behind the scenes will profit

Strife will be the norm for the rest

Perhaps this time
our ignorance proves fatal

Death being the ultimate destiny
of all empires throughout history

Or maybe

This latest episode
of self inflicted agony will make the best painful lesson
that resonates with us for once An ignorant child
who burns their hand on a hot stove learns to never do it again

At least in theory



Sunday, March 30, 2025

Truth Or?

 

I am

a gray ghost
of transparency 
trapped in a black
and white world

And yet
I reject your absolutes

Piss on rigid truths

Nuances I dare to see
wrapped in soft 
subtleties

I am
a complexity revolutionary

An inter dimensional explorer  

You too
have the innate ability
to read between
the literal lines

Open your blinds
and let the light of knowledge
shine through the stubborn mist

See life
in all it's glorious layers

Savor the complexities
and grasp the paradox
that sometimes
there exists more 
than one right answer



Death by Compliments

 

Let's make one thing very clear

I will eat cheerfully today

whatever slop

you drop on my plate

with nary a complaint


I just no longer give a damn

about the concept of self pride

that in my contentious past

led to many a messy conflict


Live and let live

is my fresh concession mantra


My hero Eddie on the other hand

with his fake smile

and false cheer

is a slow leak

on our Good Ship Lollipop

that he will burst gradually

with his stealth negativity

until the weight of liberated truth

drowns us all eventually

as I silently cheer with my last breath

the death of social hypocrisy




Saturday, March 29, 2025

Cold Inside

 

Socially inept Stevie

Such a scared little puppy    
             
Petrified of any human interaction
that may generate uncertain feelings
                                    
So he uses his weirdness as a shield

Safe with always being the odd man out
which reinforces his walls of protected loneliness

Will never let the prying world see
within his contained environment
where he can remain comfortably different
locked in solitary

What a shame this deluded soul refuses to realize
how rapidly our time on Earth flies

Someday when his existence begins to wane
he will look back
at the missed opportunities and sigh
and regret all the life he let slip on by



True or True

 

Truth
no matter how rock solid
can be deposited
in our industrial blender
and pureed
into a smoothie approximation
of an alternative reality
that contains the same variables
only in a slightly different composition
that should not really matter

And yet somehow it does

Form over substance is the way
these cotton candy ass days




Sunday, March 23, 2025

Light Metaphor

 

The oblivious oak
directly adjacent
to the fledgling sapling
casts a growth inhibiting
shadow eclipse
over the frustrated little tree

In this sun starved environment
light is so precious
the little guy has no choice
but to play the role of nihilist
and wait patiently
for a future storm to blow in
to make things right
by flattening the impediment
to growth development
for all the citizens
of our inclusion forest
where resources
should get allocated fairly




Saturday, March 22, 2025

Wearing Blue

 

It's OK to be depressed


Trust me, I know


No shame in melancholy


No need to feel guilty


In fact the real oddity would be

if you never felt blue


Cause that ain't how

this roller coaster life goes


Sadness is what makes us human

and appreciative

when the mood pendulum

swings back to happiness





Off Broadway Production

 

Video window
blares the news

Grave images
roll in 24/7

The pain of this
long running tragedy show
sears our tired eyes

The heartbreak
of humanity is relentless

It does make one question
God's very existence

Is he fact or fiction?

Is he even a he
these gender neutral days?

How can there be 
so much dysfunction
in it's flawed creation?

God is love?

God is perfect?

Where's the damn evidence?

Maybe the Lord has a plan
we were never meant to fathom
of perhaps our defective species
was just a rough draft
of a future better crafted production
somewhere else
in this vast Universe?





Thursday, March 20, 2025

Ice Flames

 

I was there that fateful day
when the god damn furnace
that was guaranteed
and under warranty
to last forever
broke down unceremoniously

The pissed off owner
called Inferno Support
to moan about his domicile
and home office
now being frozen over
which as anyone who knows
anything about his core business
JUST CAN'T HAPPEN

The frustrated demon
has been on hold
for what seems like an eternity
as the long line of fallen souls
waiting to be processed
cool their heels in the lobby





Saturday, March 15, 2025

Stinker of the Day

 

The Selfish Man
lacking in social consciousness
or a whiff of human decency
releases a fart
silent but deadly
in a crowded elevator
(or lift if you're a Brit)
then departs
the scene of the hate crime

Leaving behind
the stench of shit
as a thoughtless present

His foul methane gift
to the gagging
watery eyed populace
who now must breathe
through their mouths
for the rest of the trip

If you don't find this tale offensive
perhaps you are the son of a bitch
who dealt it






On Ignore

 

The things you find
during the decluttering process

Snippets frozen in time.

This forgotten scrapbook now soothes
my fading mind

Pics fully laminated.

Offering protection against the elements
and the ravages of today.

Locked in memories
where none of us age out

Even death can not penetrate
this thick veneer of yesterday
where cruel erosion is made irrelevant
to these locked in moments of joy.

Arthritic fingers
painfully skimming
long neglected precious pages

Liberating displaced images
from a bygone existence
of youthful exuberance
and unbridled innocence
where we still owned
all our tomorrows

I gently place my nostalgia down into the double lined trash bag designed to dispose of former treasures now consigned to the scrap heap of history for permanent ignore once our generation is gone



Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Faceless

 

The dead clock
nailed to the wall
knows nothing at all

Hands hang frozen


Batteries long ago drained

No one around
knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator
is nowhere to be found


They left behind no instruction manual

No useful blueprint as reference

Time supports
the innocents who believe
in this busted concept
even when there
is no way to explain
with confidence
the theoretical evidence
they will likely never see

Not frustrated by the void of silence
that haunts us cynical skeptics
wrapped in our cold shrouds of rationality

Mocking the faithful
with their ticktock beat
existing in a vacuum
of empirical impossibility

For if a clock chimes
in the Universe
and no one hears it

does eternity
even exist?




Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Eclipse Motives


This puzzling conundrum

caused by solar obstruction

that left nothing but corona light

which ain't a brew

but instead a skewed vision

that can only be viewed

when special conditions exist

where all the angles are just right


Does the moon do this on purpose

when bored?


Or perhaps it blocks the rays

out of sheer spite

tinged with jealous envy


Those shadow emotions

that keep even satellites in darkness



Useful Idiot Nation

 

Huh?? What did we just see? Political anarchy? The end of diplomacy? Or is this latest cringe sloppily choreographed ambush of our ally the new abnormal? Friends now enemies Alliances flipped Over the top performative politics as cover for the dismantling of all that America once was before the Clown Show rolled in and commenced the Grievance Circus Now we are the global laughing stock The Jester turned King nobody outside his circle of demented sychophants respects or takes seriously Pity us not as we wander the wilderness for our daily humiliation is entirely self inflicted



Saturday, March 1, 2025

Escape Hatching

 

Sun is done

Now darkness
rules the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance
on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort
on the tightly packed roar floor

Glazed rocket riders streaming live
getting their cyber blast on

The forces of frolic
eventually converge
and merge with the light

Taking flight in the night

Soaring high
into the celestial vortex

Light years above the pull
of gravity's morality

The clock strikes dawn

Magic now gone

As we bleary heroes
tumble out of the clouds

Landing back
into the cold steel arms
of the flat line monotony
we desperately tried to escape
in a time stream temporarily
when we journeyed to the stars