Sodom and Gomorrah Reboot

 

We as a species can be
so full of ourselves

Our human breed
so recently evolved
in the grand scheme

Forever primitive
at heart

Neanderthal urges
seep through
our civilized veneer
unrestrained

and yet...

because we
currently dominate
we craft
thoughts and lofty
philosophies

from atop the food chain
while our hubris
proclaims
the absolute divinity
of man

Masters of all we survey

The known
and unknown too

Centuries
of theology
now dismissed
as bullshit voodoo

Today we pray
from the prayer tablet
of scientific schematics

Flow chart
rationalizations
dominate every conversation

As if we can logically
analyze all the daily
calamities of modern life
we have created

Answers never
to be found
within the confines
of spreadsheet analysis

Cause our arrogance
won't allow us
to accept
you never
ever
pick a fight
with God

There are no random accidents

Every tragedy comes
with a divine price tag attached

Just fire and brimstone
payback retribution
cast down
at we of misplaced faith
as the pissed off Lord
goes old school
on his petulant children

A Tale of Two Calendars

 

We slaves to tech
always check
the pixel stream
of our omnipresent flat screen
to verify the time
down to the micro second

Every day
wears a number
assigned by the calendar
way before
the advent of the machine

Do you recall
when months used to hang
quite primitively
from kitchen walls?

Each flat date
neatly squared
and assigned
so you could 
squish notate
reminder events

Life sure did seem
to move much slower then 

Yesterday rolled
Stone Age technically
yet in a quaint
bucolic Norman Rockwell sense

I do so miss this lost 

inefficient existence

Looking Down on Myself

 

I never trended
like I did
when I was suicidal

Never felt more alive
and validated
out on the ledge
looking down
on my fellow
desperate peasants
begging me not to fly

Cause I can't you know

Though their pleas

for me to respect

the power of gravity

was all for show

Those voyeur bastards

with their hand held

recording devices

pointed in my direction

were aching for me to leap

Praying their posts go viral

and they become flash stars

on the social media platform

For that moment of glory

over my dead body

Tragedy always trends

But fuck them

if they think

I will accommodate

their ghoulish needs

to aid and abet

their second hand

fame quest

based on my bloody death

I'd rather die alone

in my bed anonymously

then have my squashed corpse

be clickbait

for attention starved strangers

every bit as pathetic as me

Sparklers in the Rain

 

... and the Gods cried 
when Prometheus
the original tech icon
stole flame
and gave man a chance
to culturally advance

Fire changed everything ...

Providing warmth and comfort
from the harsh elements

That glow of security
which illuminates
the dreaded night

Fire changed everything ...

Searing heat
forging the swords

Newer and better weapons
of quick efficient destruction

Implements perfected
for the tearing of flesh

The flame lit torches
to let us pillage and burn
our charred enemies

Create a funeral pyre
rising to the heavens
to honor our recently dead

Fire changed everything...

For better for worse

A blessing and a curse

In many ways
fire is like love
the flames which consume
is such a wondrous creation

Wreaking blazing devastation 
and exquisite beauty
throughout the inferno of human history

We the bastard offspring
of heat based generation

The sparkling legacy
of Prometheus and Aphrodite

These terrifying contradictions

Both splendidly deadly addictions

We can't seem to live without

Suck It

  

Scattered socks and shoes
strewn across my floor
on my debris art canvas

Shredded clothes clutter the scene
melding with container remnants
of devoured deliveries past
as my vacuum lies dormant
in the corner
cursing my reckless sloppiness

Powerless to perform
its designated task
to conquer this accumulated mess

Any one obstacle 
could certainly clog
the narrow suction chute
designed ingeniously
to bag loose dust particles

I know I gotta get off my planted ass
and somehow clear a viable path
to unleash the dust sucking beast
and reclaim my next to godly cleanliness
lest my very existence be condemned
for the life crime of abject messiness 

Served Well Done

This plea

may get me kicked off the team
but I am sick of the mindless
reflex acrimony 

of the current combat politics

Just once in our bitter existence
can we choose the high road
and praise our sworn enemy
when they manage to get something right?

Maybe a little positive reinforcement
will someday be returned
and this cosmic rift between us
can commence to be resolved

Hatred need not be binary

Marriage Apocalypse

 

Off we trudge to therapy
in one last ditch effort
to fill in our rift
with well meant
couple's analysis

Alas..

This gaping chasm
the depth of the Grand Canyon
took decades to excavate
and will not be filled
with three court mandated
45 minute sessions a week
to salvage our sunk relationship

We should sell tickets

to our bloodletting sessions

as a forewarning public service lesson

to those considering marriage

The Can Knots

 

Here in Stagnation
the story line
does not advance

The plot
is stuck in neutral
as we rev our engines
yet go nowhere

Fear of progress
is the derailing intent
of those status quo bozos
with all their obstructions
and unreal expectations

designed to inhibit

our natural evolution

Teen Beat

 

She hurts inside
yet no one believes

Probably a teen
angst thing

She'll outgrow it

Pay her cries
no mind

You know how
hormonal teens can be

How could
an innocent kid
harbor that much misery?

Found her Daddy's gun
in an unlocked drawer

Made for another 
awful news blip

She's gone now

Just one more
teen suicide stat
that no one took seriously
until after the tragic fact

  

Supplying Demand

 

We broke into the iron compound

formerly impregnable 
to steal what we could fence

Their motion sensors
rendered useless

by our cleverness
cause we are high tech pirates
and they be no match
for our 21st Century toys

The dinosaur panicans

just spent a fortune
on the latest anti theft gadgets
that we sold them at a premium
as we profit from both ends
of the criminal market

we create

then prevent

then break again

Gotta love Vulture Capitalism

Dust Bin Eulogy

 

Our bodies
are but biodegradable shells

bobbing in a churning sea

that stretches past forever

But of course it doesn't

There's always an end point

Dust to dust someday
though our actions
here on Earth
will linger
far beyond the grave

You and I
have more impact
on the stream

that feeds Eternity
than it seems
even though
after we are through
we footnotes
won't be in any position
to hear our reviews

Go Bold or Stay Home

 

The Lunar Obstructionists
craft a blueprint for the eclipse
as a statement protest
of it's illumination suppression
by oblivious solar power merchants

What ignorant 
reactionary commentator 

opinionated fools
view as a radical act of betrayal
is in fact
the only way
the desperately oppressed
can ever get a sliver
of global attention

And spare me

the going through proper channels

means of addressing grievances bullshit

These were long ago tuned out

Aggressive activism

is the only effective way

these fragmented 

communications days 

Venom Depleted

 

Sorry kids..

I have no grievances to share today

No need
for your comfort or pity

I know that public contentment
in this pit of mutual 
misery loves company discontent
is considered a betrayal
to the core tenet
of mass bitchiness etiquette
but my Complaint Department
is closed permanently

No need anymore
to collectively fret

Life's too frickin short

At least it is now for me

Do not curse my absence
my gloom and doom friends

Plenty of other
misery loves company outlets
where you can group convey
communal shared outrage
across this bitchfest
unsocial media stage

Sealed Bliss

 

I like my onions pickled

Vacuum sealed

in the finest brine

Damn those pink ribbons

taste mighty fine

Freshness is always the intent

Fighting the forces of spoilage

that compromises all content

as time and environment

conspire to wreck

the perfect carnivore condiment

Letting Go

 

I loved my addictions
like feral wild children
whom I have adopted

As I watched them grow
they became a part of me

Overwhelming my identity

Smothering already shaky self esteem

Death by physical indulgence

So survival instincts decreed

I had to let my loves go

One by one they moved on
til all that's left behind
are wisps of haunted memories

One part warm dream

Two parts frigid nightmare

Closure Quest

 

We are
the dispirited Nocturnal Crew

Faintly glowing apparitions 
wandering through
the foggy corridors
of expansive time

Desperate ghosts are we

Abandoned by our society

Condemned to searching
in vain for the light
denied us in the afterlife

 
Forever chasing rainbows at night

Our tribe traverses the Earth
and dreams
of finding a sliver of peace
we never found
when we were still
solidly organic

Respect We Minions

 

We convene as one
on the barren fields
of Mediocrity

We are The Collective

Our ignorance
shields us
from the pain of critical thinking
required for opinions self created

We are the Masses

Every thought 

Every view

implanted

by clever web integration

So don't fuck with us
or take the Hive mentality

for granted

unless

you are of the Programmer class

who have free unfettered access

to our plugged in souls

Hate Replacement Theory

 

Once all residual impurities
were extracted
by the cleansing process
the Aryan Leader
proclaimed his Nazi society
was now a bastion
of unalloyed strength
though in reality
it was a brittle shell
destined to be shattered
by its own incestuous hypocrisy
 
In case you have forgotten

History does have a tendency
to get regurgitated

Does it not?

As the current mutts

strutting about today

posing as superior purebreds

ascend yet again

to plunge our world

into the abyss

of destructive prejudice

Rinse and spit

Make America White Again

 

These days

we have the nastiest

most racist elements

of our society

infecting our government

Those emboldened

retro bigots

now operate with impunity

divorced from legal restraints

of prior legislation

which they brazenly ignore

They have zero tolerance

for any cultural mingling

which compromises

their dreams

of a return

to complete racial purity

like we had in the segregated 1950's

before civil rights wrecked

their exclusive

separate but unequal party

Obviously Oblivious

 

As a defense mechanism
we live oblivious  
to our selective
reality disconnections
and the inevitable 
reckless consequences

attached to denial based living

If only we had done
a little prep due diligence
and thought this shit through
before leaping in
and drowning
in our own mistaken assumptions

 

Off the Rack Too Far

 

After repeated attempts
to torture the virtue
out of our stubborn guests

here at Club Sadist
we had to let them go
lest we make

these bloodied martyrs

immortal unbeatable

ghost heroes

in a spiritual sense

But it was too late

The war for us was lost
at that moment

we crossed the line

of excessive force

Such was our arrogance

It carries a high a cost

Push back vengeance 

Extinction will now be our fate

Wrecked and swept away
by a cause we did not respect

or attempt to understand 

Take a Bite

 

There is no longer any denying
the impending cliff
charging our battling collective
from the shrinking horizon

All the hyper partisan

party over country crap

is about to bite us in the ass

Now that we have transitioned
into the twilight position
of an empire in decline
blame will be apportioned
by we of the suppressed side
toward those useless idiots
(aka MAGAt dipshits)
who let the wolf in

Though future historians will find
this fatal shit sandwich
which choked us out 
was spread and crafted
by all of us lame
lazy apathetic asses
who did nothing
but offer weak protestations
to what was obviously in retrospect
a future toxic situation

Say What?

 

Come again?

Communications problematic

Conversation flow be damned

Let's share our best non sequiturs
and we shall parallel converse
in this disjointed universe

our gibberish did create 
as we mutually ruminate
with the interpretative language 
of "Say What"? 

Truth in Life Styling

 

At long last

I have reached the end

of the creative process

It sure felt like a transition

The well was dry

Metaphorically at least

And in that fleeting moment
she came to me
like a comet
streaking through

my parched consciousness

In my liberated darkness
sweet Epiphany
whispered to me
three little words
which sum up perfectly
the totality
of our all too limited
Earthly experience

"IT'S ALL BULLSHIT"

Can't tell you how good

this made me feel

in my new fret free existence

Ghostly Rewind

 

The shadow creeps
across the weary battlefield
through the barbed wire
which frames the bloodletting

The Spector that mocks

our bunker mentality
is in reality
Death Incarnate

Carrying a putrid smell

of blood and mud

that brings tears to the eyes

of we pawns soon to die

You never see the bullet

Death crafts with your name on it

Just the whizzing sound

that struck me down

I awake trembling
in a cold sweat
from the haunting nightmare
of my former life
which ended tragically
on the stained fields of Flanders

Damn Holograms

 

AI... AI...

OH MY...

We players can no longer distinguish
the real from virtual anymore

Tis all the same now

Are we users or used??

Our very existence now registered
and constantly measured
in the new style cloud based reality

Behaving as stealthy programmed
by the invasive algorithm
yet haunted by thoughts suppressed
formerly known as conscience

The fog enveloping humanity
tightens its inhuman grip

Are we even still alive
or just blips on a silicon chip?

Soon we will be fully assimilated

One with the machine we created

DAMN!!

This is Matrix style shit

The Cursed Cursor

 

at any given moment of time

I my place lose in line

I PLACE LOSE IN MY LINE

WHAT?

I lose my place in line

CHRIST

This damn cursor

jumping around keeps

sans prompting

(FUCK)

That makes zero sense

EDIT

My character director

hops

all over the place

Like it has a mind of it's own

Maybe it does

Words bouncing displaced

I don't know where to click anymore

Got no input confidence

Not that you care

Why    should you

?

Question mark

(sigh)

I would call you

to   communicate

more effectively

in that old fashioned way

but I know

you would never pick up

when your caller ID

it was me you see

(double sigh)

Status Quo Blowers

 

The steadfast traditionalist

didn't like it one bit
when the stars moved

in his stagnant canvas sky

He bitterly resisted

any scientific evidence
which conflicted
with his Flat Earth philosophy

"The way it always was"
is the chanted dogma
which provides a blanket
of blind security
to those with allergies
regarding current reality

which terrifies them

Today the Cult of Ignorance

who collectively

regurgitates this nonsense

serves as a core litmus test

of mass obedience 

to those who value

political loyalty

over common sense

Mule Man

 

While the early morning dew
sparkles like diamonds in sun

on my suburban squire's lawn
I know from past experience 
that if I mow now
the clippings clump effect
of this moistened sod
on my ancient mower chute
will be a clogged catastrophe
that will cause me
much inconvenience and grief

which I really don't need

For you see

I have reached an age

where I value utility

over useless beauty 

Ode to the Pigeon Hole

 

The apex predator

rules the skies

with arrogant violence

The flock of doves

they regularly terrorize

are tired of cowering

To fight or flee?

That is the question

Or maybe the only viable option

is weary natural acceptance

of their lowly prey position

in the fucking food chain?

Knowing your place

in this unfair Universe

will never be sexy

or earn you wide acclaim

but it will save you the pain

of constant

disillusioned disappointment