Snow Globe Dreaming

 

Why am I standing here
knee deep in snow
with a plastic shovel
I bought in a panic
cause I was not prepared
for the Winter storm
widely forecast

on multiple outlets?

Of course

the kids on sleds knew
as they always seem to do
about any potential
school closing events

of academic liberation

Oh how I wish
I could switch
with these bundled cherubs

and get to cherish

the unbridled joy

of a snow day at play 

Taking Out the Garbage

 

Open your windows
my closed minded
tragically oblivious friends

Take a deep whiff
of the current repressive
national environment

That odor polluting

your nasal passages

is the sickly smell
of putrid prejudice
wafting through the air
these contentious days

Like eggs gone rotten

This stench of ignorance
is a malignant growth
that seemingly has no bottom

The current festering infection
plaguing the national conciousness
is coming for our soul

If we do not remove
the tumor of hatred
at it's core source
our once great nation
will surely succumb
to a death self inflicted

If we somehow manage to survive
our collective madness
the healing process
is gonna be a bitch
but maybe the cliche
"What does not kill you makes you stronger"
is not a dumpster fire of bullshit 

Quicksand Man

 

Quicksand man I am...

Sinking realization time

A life saving epiphany

The more I struggle
the deeper I sink

This muck won't loosen it's grip
til I completely let go
and cease being
self counterproductive

Need to possess a little more faith
in my natural self buoyancy

Just kick back and relax

Feel the warm sun on my face

Then float my mired ass
out of this dire place

And next time
when I venture into the jungle
pay attention
to the frickin warning signs
before I self destruct yet again

Eyes Don't Know

 

I am today
not who I was yesterday

Nor am I now
what I shall be tomorrow

Evolution erosion

The tyranny of corrosion
being carried down stream
to create the cliche
of the new normal

The natural ebb and flow
surfing the currents of time

Or perhaps change
is nothing more
than a state of mind?

Wisps of clouded perceptions
trapped within
the mist of self propelled illusion

My eyes don't know
  
Who's to say?

Maybe best to embrace confusion

This trip
is all a crap shoot anyway

Keep the change

Messed Laid Plans

 

This would be the line

The perfect place in time

The flash ignition
of an arranged romance
our well meant friends
meticulously set in motion

All I had to do
was stick to the script

and deliver the performance
at the proper moment
that was teed up for me
as my assigned love
waited patiently
for a serious relationship
that would never launch
simply because

I was not ready

It's doubtful I ever will be

given my lifelong allergy

to commitment

and adult responsibilities

Call me a selfish child

if you must assign blame

but I'm happy in my sandbox

Can you say the same? 

The Blue Alien

 

Triangulated me

Not fitting into
any of the socially approved
regulated slots

Not of a similar mind
or culturally inclined
within the rigid borders
as defined by the "normal" side

So weary am I
of this painful
outcast existence

Gonna break through
repressive gravity
and jump off
this rock of a planet

Ride the super nova express
to a fresh inclusive universe
where no one knows me
with my freakish reputation

A place where I can commence
to craft my own story
in a glorious
blank slate galaxy

A home where I can finally
cease being the lonely 
displaced Alien

Destination Nowhere

 

Pack light my darling
for our exit trip acceleration
as finally we escape

this grim dimension

where we never fit in

We'll skate hand in hand

on the frozen rings of Saturn
the coolest of all the planets
and warp blast through
formerly intransigent barriers

of the space/time continuum

Together we shall land

in pure glorious nothingness
far beyond any possible return
of this galaxy's sad memories

Brothers in Conflict

 

The primping matador
struts into the arena
of public opinion

This golden assassin
reeks of arrogance
and a sense of entitlement

His bull adversary
charges into the fray
determined not to be
the victim today

Matters not who wins
this pointless
soon to be forgotten battle
over nothing

To these needy warriors
the public struggle is everything

The cheers of the cowardly mob
living vicariously through
the bloodied combatants
down in the death pit

In their hearts
both of the gladiators know
how much they love
and thrive
on the excitement
of daily conflict

Even if they'll never admit it
their lives would be empty
without their hated opponent

Pour the Punch

 

Pass another slice of humble pie
as we digest newfound humility

Used to be so damn cocky

Thought we could rule the wind

Now we find ourselves
flat on our once proud asses

Down but not out

For you see 
my currently dazed friends
the surrender towel has not been thrown 

The final bell has not yet tolled

Life sure can hit hard
but it ain't over
as long as we rise up
and fight back

Round Two belongs to us 

Dot Dash Dot Dash

 

Tepid Fox Has Flown:

The coded message
from a source unknown
on a mystery frequency
not meant
for the ears of authority
can only be translated
with sophisticated 
synchronized encryption equipment
designed specifically
to make sense
of this twisted language

The forbidden transmission

will then be scrubbed

and sanitized

to sort out the lies

of the implanted distortions

mixed in with core truths

to make interception

of what was meant to be conveyed

a challenging

stolen communications task indeed

Glory Be the Third Wheel

 

My favorite super hero
of the Divine Trinity
has always been
the Holy Spirit
(formerly the Holy Ghost)

This under rated

tireless side kick worker bee

always doing the hard necessities  
rarely gets the accolades
of his more ballyhooed partners in piety

but truth be told

he is the glue that holds

the terrific trio together

Besides without his existence
the Lord and JC would just be
the Dynamic Duo of divinity

Ghost Story

 

The longer I stick around
this all too fleeting life
the more the eternal mystery
begins to hound me
as friends and family
begin dropping by the wayside

Where are we all going after we’re gone?  
               
What became of feelings that once burned strong?

Can’t even recall how we got here

What actually happens when we fade out
and eventually disappear?

Time sure is a wasting on our little game

Like a candle running out of flame
on we bit players
soon to be performing without a stage

Destined to be
scraps of memory on a worn page

The moral of our stories
stares up at us from each casket face

Don't ignore life's positive possibilities
on that trip to oblivion
faced by all humanity

Regret is such a ponderous load to carry

Outlook Attitude

 

Whenever there were clouds
the pessimists did abound
with their insipid
all too predictable 

gloom and doom pronouncements

These glass is half empty
negative purveyors
of sour disposition
really irritate me

Maybe because deep down
the jaded bitter ass
I struggle to suppress
is as toxic as they

I don't wanna be that way

though I do loathe

my fake positive facade

Erosion Tripping

 

drip...drip ...drip...

Serenades my current

compromised existence

So constant

Monotonous

Relentless
in it's dripping content

Never ever
changing the gravity beat

drip..drip..drip.. 

Medicinal insanity

It's not the last chapter
I fear anymore

It's the apathy

The monotony
suffocating my diseased soul

Smothering hope
with relentless efficiency

Recreational

chemical vacation trips
once my sanctuary
now this hospital prison

Time has eroded
those walls too
as reality closes in

Hushed voices

Furrowed expressions

No miracles today

In the end
death will be the only way
I thankfully exit

this drab torture facility

drip..drip..drip...

PAY THE PIMP

 

One steamy Summer's eve

I ascended reality's staircase

and went to bed

with only this lonely existence

to share my life with

Down on my knees I prayed

that on this night at least

I could find an angel

to share an evening of passion with

In rolled the mist

I could not see

but oh could I feel

She came to me in a dream
though so real she seemed
that I could touch her
and she me
in carnal positions

I had oft fantasized about

Such was her level of copulation expertise

This sensuous apparition

brought me

to the peak of passion repeatedly

I died and went to heaven

Not literally

Cause when

the morning after bill came

my soul was consigned
to descend to the nether region

for all eternity

Was my forever destination

worth this ejaculation price?

HELL YES !!!!!

What good

did my immaculate soul

ever do for me?

Treadmill History

 

Take solace my distraught friends

that in the end

there will be no successor

Once Supreme Leader
of this political bowel movement
gets flushed back into the sewer
his rock solid Hate Coalition
of fake Christians
emasculated misogynists
grifter opportunists
and White Power fascists
will fragment

and commence a glorious 

internal civil war

as they vow for the crown

to be the new King of the Dipshits

These power starved factions

poorly constructed

with bullshit bricks

of hate and mistrust

will collapse

and scurry like rats

back to the shadows

The millions who were duped

will meekly make excuses

and concoct the lamest of alibis

in a desperate attempt

to rationalize away their madness

while the lead sycophants

will be brought to task

for a dose of long overdue justice

Historians will be left

to sort through the rubble

and try and make sense

of these senseless times

We the survivors

of this dark chapter

will construct new guard rails

and pledge to the world

that this madness

will never happen again

But of course it will

because we just can't help ourselves

when it comes to chasing

and embracing

the latest shiny objects

Lay Away Locale

 

When you feel that itch
with the naughty bitch
you've been flirting with
in the dimly lit environment
come on down
to Motel Underground
where discretion
for your quick illicit tryst
is just a hand job away

Hourly rates do apply

The sheets are clean and dry

A wide variety

of top of the line

stimulating flicks

are there for you

and your eager mate's

sensual visual ignition desires

Major credit cards accepted
though management

strongly recommends
hard to trace cash payments

for these types

of potentially litigious 

divorce court evidence engagements

Pay For Play

 

Give me your authoritarians yearning to be free
(for a hefty fee)

Come all ye drug lords seeking immunity
(for a tribute fee)

Get your Trump Gold Card

and Pass Go immediately
(for a Bigger Better Shakedown fee)

Welcome to the United States of Bribery

where we cater exclusively

to those elites with the means

with no embarrassing questions asked

about your former illegalities

here in the New Improved

Land of the Free

if the price is right

The Dismal Science

 

Marxism 101:

Everyone gets a seat
at the banquet table

Portions will be moderated

but all will be satiated

to consume what they need

Now let's do Capitalism:

Though few are invited
and even less will be served

They tell these poor
excluded orphans
to soften the inequity
about the economic necessity
of respecting scarcity

Supply and demand
thrust down their iron boot
on the throat 
of the deprived damned
as they cruelly dangle

the proverbial carrot

of upward mobility

under the bloody noses

from we serfs

forever toiling below

At least we can take

a smidgen of solace

that the day will come

when our oppressed class 

reaches critical mass

and collectively

will rise up

to topple the smug aristocrats

on their gilded asses

Genesis Ass Reboot

 

When the clouds rolled in

and dominated the sky
we thought nothing of it
since these solar obstructions
had always ridden

the prevailing breeze

and moved on in the past 

Now that we've achieved

this perpetual state 

of atmospheric stagnation

the sun has abandoned us

and taken a permanent vacation

The sky has become barren

like all formerly living vegetation

that once populated

the lush landscape we took for granted

Natural warmth and light

The source of all life

now has to be

artificially recreated

in massive packed bunkers

far beneath the Earth's

desolate frozen surface

Some of a scientific bent

long derided by the masses

as alarmist subversives

blamed centuries

of planetary abuse

as the root cause

of our man made catastrophe

At this point

of Humanity's depressed state

no one wanted to be lectured

by "told you so" professors

rubbing our collective faces

in the mess above we did make

So by popular decree

the Cult of Science

became the focal point of blame

and all the ministers of Climate Change

were rounded up in chains

Cast out and sentenced

to life imprisonment

on the tundra surface gulag

away from our now proclaimed

Bunker Paradise 

Muzzled Misfit

 

Once again they committed me
quite forcibly
to my second home,
the State Mental Institution

My crime was acting inappropriately
in a public library
so I was wrongfully incarcerated
on the trumped up charges
of disturbing the peace

My stirring defense

was this world
is already disturbed
and desperately needs

Shakespearean enlightenment
 
Today my stage

is this new prison venue
where I perform daily
my tour de force Hamlet soliloquy
to a captive audience
of fellow social deviants

A shackled prisoner of my time am I

who is forbidden

by a repressive society

to be what I am meant to be

Now I know how Jesus felt on the cross

Yeah Baby

 

When an escape hatch is required
from this grim
all too real reality
I put on rose colored specs
for the simpler times view

and don my old school threads
tinged purple and white

My stuffy romantic gal pal
who is poetically and shamelessly
phonetically inclined
said I looked mighty fine
in magenta and alabaster

Her descriptive adjectives
do flow pretty

and definitely sound

more elegantly refined
though that elevated scene

doesn't quite fit

a primary color guy like me

Opinion Creations

 

A book with a lovely cover
binding ugly words within

A slick influencer post

from a bought and paid for source

It may even be a bot

or grown on an AI farm

You know
where I'm going with this

Don't blindly buy the bullshit

Don't be a duped minion

Don't believe the hype

See past the flash
designed to blind
and never stop questioning
the author's slant

Be the sole author

of your own informed opinions

while always respecting

the educated opposition

professing differing conclusions

Little Miss Thing

 

Took my date
to the enhancement dance
cause she always dreamed
of being physically upgraded

I generally aim to please
especially when there is potentially
some booty gratitude in it for me

Hey, I'm your typical
shallow kind of horny guy

Anyway..

The white clad chemist 
at the packed molecular bar
poured my prospective love
a little synthetic shot blend
to be consumed with a neon chaser
with the expected mixing action
of setting off the chemical reaction
for maximum modification effect

Progress is all about transformation

Inefficient process alterations

The patient is now a chic super model

People worship her heavenly body
on all multi media outlets

Call me crazy for being nostalgic 
but I liked her better
when she was flawed and real

Night Birth

 

I aspire to be
deep asleep
later tonight
beneath the full moon
replete with possibilities

At that time
I will dream
that I shall be
seriously intertwined
with a sultry feminine
vampire concubine
who will suck
the last remnants
of my essence dry
as I achieve
the peak of carnal ecstasy

But this fantasy
is so much more
than a sweaty
stained sheet ejaculation

My sweet vixen

sent by the forces of darkness

will liberate me
from my bleak mortality
and I will finally be free
to fly the night
for all eternity
like a nightbird phoenix
with my newfound
insatiable bride

Stunted Man

 

I never escaped
that awkward
teenage stage

I just could not find
that damn conduit
that led
to adult self confidence

There comes a point

in every search party

when the batteries

start to die

and the lights flicker

before becoming one

with the permanent darkness

At this late stage
of my arrested development
I have at least 
finally come to grips
with grudging acceptance

that I am what I am not

At the end of our performance

this should be more than enough

Chafing Armor

 

The fair damsel
of virtuous intent
invited me
the object of her affection
to the National Joustfest

As a leading aficionado
of old school 

antiquated masculine chivalry
I was now obligated
to risk my fair ass
fighting to the death
an equally dented

iron clad man
I had zero quarrel with
over yet another lame tradition

with minimal benefit

to the bloodied winner

since the chaste maiden

is fully committed to chastity

I wonder if the bitch makes exceptions?

Crock of Popularity

 

From down deep in the depths
the designated dispensers 

of murky 21st Century justice
convene yet another hectic session
in the Court of Questionable Judgments

Here only admissible arguments
that are deaf blind and dumb
are deemed valid
under rigid click statutes
skewed to adhere

to the tyranny of social media blessed 
hyperbole saturated

biased opinions

Truth is whatever

the Supreme Algorithm

rules deserving of the most reposts

Legitimacy stirred

in a cracked septic pot
of modern cyber Vox Populi 

Knight Fall

 

In the news today...

The Noble Knight of Dudley
who gained mythical fame
during the Middle Ages
taming shrews and dragons
was arrested early this morn
in an Ye Olde Skid Row sting operation
for wench solicitation
and possession
of illegal prescription potions

Caught in the net
with his fellow smelly
peasant deviants
the disheveled
former front man
of the defunct Chivalry Gang 
these days reeks of grog vomit
and unrequited regrets

Just another tragic
displaced misfit
of mythological obsolescence
who long ago lost relevance
in this Age of Tech 

Wreck On A Wreck

 

I saw my crash before it came
in that prophetic kind of way
we all possess occasionally

But damn if I did not go in anyway
cause I thought I could take the hit
in the self delusional tradition
of dead fools
who thought they were bullet proof

Acceleration

was always this idiot's weakness

though paradoxically

it turned out to be my salvation

Seems I ain't much of a superhero

but that you already knew

Sorry for the late night phone call

The authorities had no clue

we as a couple were through

but if anyone had to come down

and claim what was left of me

it's poetic justice it was you