Ode to Justice

 

Immutable Justice
descends with great patience
even on those with the means
to delay inevitable accountability

Frustrating as this snail's pace may be
for those of us who play by the rules
Justice will be served eventually

Teamed with big sister Karma by her side
to collect stragglers who may sneak by
they form an airtight
net of liability
that catches all snake like strays

seeking to escape responsibility

For they are a joint task force
assigned by Fate
that makes things right
in this oft unjust existence

So trust the process

Believe in Justice

Dinosaur Footprints

 

Step right up

and get assimilated

into the New Normal

thought bucket

Just obey 

the carefully crafted

invisible blueprint

Unwritten as yet
but deep down we know
the new rules of engagement
now follow the cadence
of instant text blips

ChatGPT generated

The very concept
of human creativity
is suspect today
as our lazy tendency
to take the easy way
renders our existence
functionally obsolete

Who is to say 
if this poem
is really me
or a cyber facsimile?

Monster Mash

 

We take the daily beating

like men

Clean our bloodied faces

as best we can

Torture can become habit forming

if you let it

Truth be told

it's this powerless feeling

which hurts most

Waiting for Death

to strike down

our sickly tormentor

and free us from the pain

he inflicts so expertly

But when?

Having to rely on tragedy

used to make us feel guilty

back when we still possessed

a shred of humanity

long ago ripped from us

by the relentless beast

who stole our souls

So we awaken each morn

and check our news feeds

praying to find

word of the wicked witch's demise

What a celebration that will be

A glorious global holiday

(sigh)

I guess we are now monsters too

Peace Through Carnage

 

The Boom Boom Symphony

is music to the ears

of the power brokers that be

Hammer to anvil

is the common denominator

that equates

to our peace through strength

oxymoron world philosophy

As we launch the latest round

of heat seeking

collateral damaging

best tech weaponry

Sparks heat the foundry

for the replenishment cause

of Carnage Diplomacy

Sorry my hungry children

No free lunches today

And to you old timers

medically draining our society

with your numerous 

aches and pains

your healthcare

ain't gonna be

subsidized no more

SUCK IT UP BITCHES

SCREW YOUR CREEPING SOCIALISM

TIME FOR TOUGH LOVE PATRIOTISM

You cannon fodder peasants

with your bloated safety net

long overdue to be shredded

As this trickle down money

gets redistributed to our beloved

mass destruction merchants

These top of the line missiles

bringing peace to the oppressed

ain't gonna pay for themselves

Blind Deaf and Dumb

 

The latest spasm of violence
currently selling product
is yet another counter reaction
to the turning
of the tit for tat
pay back screw
sadly as prevalent today
as it was back in the Middle Ages 
when vengeful knights held sway
and stormed many a besieged castle

Death never takes a holiday

throughout our bloody string

of poorly conceived tragedy plays

Only the names and casualties change

though they too will get buried

and forgotten

when the next glorious crusade

stains diminishing human history

Our Lady of Justice Corrupted

 

Seeking balance
she keeps repositioning
to adjust her footing

for a semblance of stability

in this ever contentious
friction environment

Channeling through cycles
of compromise in varying degrees
commonly defined as diplomacy
by those of power leverage

who always demand
the truth debts be rendered

then timely paid

to the bearer of notes

only they hold

Exceptions will be made

Loop holes woven and rearranged

Every day

the well clad pilgrims pass

through the golden cathedral doors

at Our Lady of Justice Corrupted

they bought and paid for

Spinning Wheels

 

My equilibrium
has been skewing off center

for longer than I can remember

This internal displacement
really used to bother me

Not easy being dizzy perpetually
but I reconciled my misalignment
with a tilted world these days

so out of

balance
my personal vertigo

became permanently part
of the general community spin

What the L?

 

Every seduction

Every temptation
requires
a spark of lust
which ignites
into a glorious combustion

The consummation
of two beautiful
raging
out of control flames

Feasting on the oxygen
of two bodies
smashing together

Passionate collisions

Energy eventually spent

Embers glow
and slowly grow cold

You know where
this poem is going

So I'll state the obvious

regarding human relations

Love is not lust

Lust surely ain't love

They exist
on parallel spheres

Though occasionally
they do intersect

In and out though

It can be a discordant beat

To summarize:

Lust is a sprint

Love is more a marathon

Choose the race
you wish to participate in

I'll meet you
at the finish line
with an adult beverage
and a sedative

Never Get Off the Boat

 

So here I was
thinking I was well grounded
when a lightning bolt
tossed down by a bored Lord
struck my exposed

oblivious ass
with a high flash
voltage shock

to all systems

God Damn that was uncalled for
though I do now possess
a healthy respect
for the massive power 
of unexpected randomness

NEVER GET OFF THE BOAT

as I choose to invoke

my best obscure

Apocalypse Now reference 😜

Medal Heads

 

You too
can be
a hero of
heroic deeds

Doer of brave 
and noble things

Not as hard
as it may seem

Courage is not only
running into a fire
to save a stranger

Courage is 
staring down
the demons
of your past
and
conquering them

Or at least

restraining these beasts

Doing your duty
for your family

It takes guts
to be
a responsible adult

The Starving Idealist

 

My latest relationship conundrum

An angel with soiled wings

My love is a serial sinner

with zero remorse

So very generous of body

which many

a satisfied male

(and female too)

will tell you

ain't too shoddy

 
She is a disciple

of the new religion
where her morality
is self serve
and I am just a dessert
on her lustful buffet

My appetites are more restrained

This relationship 

delicious as it may be

is simply indigestible

It's lonely being a judgmental

overly picky consumer
in an all you can eat world

Erosion Dripping

 

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

Serenades my current
compromised existence

So damn constant

Steadily monotonous

A relentless cadence
mocks me
with its dripping content

Never ever deviating
from the gravity beat

drip..drip..drip.. 

A tragic case of medicinal insanity

It's not the last chapter
that terrifies me anymore

It's the apathy

The chronic emptiness
suffocating my diseased soul

Smothering hope
with relentless efficiency

Recreational
chemical vacation trips
once my sanctuary
now have ironically flipped
in this hospital prison

Time has eroded
those walls too
as mocking reality closes in

No miracles today

In the end
death will be the only way
I thankfully exit
this drab torture facility

drip..drip..drip...

PLEASE TURN IT OFF!!!

ode to blandness

 

the truth of this moment

my snippet of time

is that i treasure current contentment
over gaudy tangible accomplishments
that would only serve
to muddle
my glorious mundane existence

no testimonials for me

praise ain't really necessary

still breathing is my trophy

for i am who i now am

the blip i was born to be

a placeholder at the table of humanity

an unabashed unapologetic mediocrity

i am

a happily boring man

Scandal Junkies

 

Feel the throbbing
from the stimulating 
hormonal magnetism
down to the molecular level
of these two coworkers
desperately trying
to keep their relationship professional

and body language muted

Say a prayer
for their dangling monogamy
endangered daily 
by the seductions

of office space proximity

as they work round the clock

to make the hard deadline

that many jaded pilgrims

of a cynical

gossiping bent

choose to believe

has already happened

Perceived whispered sin

being more damaging

than hard to fathom 

boring just friends reality

Ode to Wing Men

 

The Lothario I ride shotgun with
attracts the women
with his sheer animal magnetism

Possessed with the power
of masculine gravity
he lures in the females of the species
drawn to his seductions willingly

I am the star's satellite wing man

The plain "Nice Guy" alternative

Mr Personality

The humorous antidote
to their pain of mating rejection

Gladly taking in
those she meteors
who fall from his orbit

The lucky consolation prize am I

My girls are equally as fortunate
even if they don't know it yet

Comfortably Snug

 

At this point in time

it's way too late for me to be
anything other than I am

This truth affords me the luxury
of no longer having to give a damn
about living up to expectations
I never really embraced
in the first place

Once these illusions have been spent
it's time to finally

go about
existing comfortably content

Slow it down

Pour a glass of wine

Find that perfect sunset

ignored previously
and settle in for the duration
of this soon to be finished trip

Painting Perceptions

 

All the world
now an electronic stage
where we click out
our personal slanted narratives
for public consumption

Posting heavily edited
rose colored selfie productions
we can rarely duplicate
outside the flat screen 
in our unregulated reality

All pain and unflattering truths
dumped in the perception trash bin

If only real life was so easy

If only happiness could be sorted
like our precious apps

Don't fall into the envy trap

Always take the cover story
at its face value

Decide for yourself
how much you view is true
and try as best you can
to filter out the fluff

Terms of Surrender

 

When I began to skim through
the tragedies of the day
over my morning coffee
and high fiber corn flakes

When I conveniently commenced
to compartmentalize and relegate
the daily fire storms of humanity
to the spam folder of my soul

When I found myself fleeing
directly to the sports section
for all the scores
of meaningless competitions
performed by sweaty
millionaire gladiators
in tax payer funded stadiums

It was then
my heart ceased to beat
and cynical capitulation
to the zombie apocalypse
was complete

Wither Peter Pan

 

Once upon a time

deep in the haze of

playground memories

Children once were we

Joyous and care free

An innocent breed

frolicking in a bubble existence

Play time rolled joyously

Free from the chains

of adult responsibility

Then we left behind childish things

Corruption got to us inevitably

Teen age stains accumulated

Raging hormones

Innocence evaporated

Leading us into temptation

Compromising situations

So many options

Splintered choices

Trust shattered

Egos bruised

Cynical walls constructed

Hardened shells

We become 

what we fought

during our rebel phase

In order to survive

we rationalized

and compartmentalized

So it goes

So it goes

Life has a way

of stripping away

our halos

Still Standing

 

I have been devalued and diminished

Knocked down repeatedly

by the forces of Ignorance

Taunting my bloodied ass
on my worthless insignificance

All these self esteem death missiles
launched daily in my direction

And yet here I am
still standing defiantly

Not giving a damn
what those bastards think of me

Patiently awaiting
the opening for my counterattack

This is when persistence pays off 
as I revel in the laments
of my shocked enemies

The Case for Relations

 

Proposition:

Perhaps I could sleep with you
while your loveliness lays with me?

Prior to our mutual slumber
maybe we could engage
in some joint sexual thunder?

For your consideration
when we awaken
from post carnal hibernation
we can jump start our day
with some tender fornication

Morning after sex is the best

As consenting adults
we possess the power  
to write this stimulating feel good story

No romance impediments required

No love strings attached
to suppress innate passions

Not even necessarily 

a happily ever after

We can suspend that fairy tale 

For tonight

just a good time physical interaction
we both desperately require

to release these suppressed tensions

A respite
from this grinding
human condition

If we can somehow
lose these obsolete inhibitions
and for once heed
our bodily needs

Satisfaction guaranteed

(At least for me) 😜

Sponge Man

 

Some men
get women
all hot and bothered

Some men
make women swoon
and get all weak
in the knees

All a matter 

of attraction biology

Pheromone magnetism

I used to look at those 
fortunate masculine specimens
with massive male envy 

Cause a she heat generating missile
I shall never ever be

The bad cards I was dealt genetically

So I had to pump up my personality

Now I grudgingly accept

the visually compromised man that I am

A soothing female balm

I calm girls down
when they are pissed

Turn their frowns

into grateful smiles

A human sounding board

Absorbing their hurts

My blessing

My frickin friend zone curse 

National Bowel Movement

 

See the smug face
of the contemptuous man
and his foam at the mouth sychophants

Spreading hate and prejudice

as only the ignorant can

This is the dominant species?

You could have fooled me

The Master Race?

The greatest culture?

These prancing embarrassments?

This mistake of history
and the pretentious crew
are chattering monkeys
jumping with glee
on those rare occasions
when the shit
they throw at the wall
actually sticks

Gonna take buckets of disinfectant

and a whole lot of elbow grease

to remove these stain remnants

from our national consciousness

The sooner we can commence

to cleanse our souls of this stench

the better it will be

to restore our democracy

Fill in the Blanks

 

Deep in the jungle remote
a wild orchid grows free

Its petals spread in delicate glory
with the pure beauty of a magenta hue

A sweet scent sent down from heaven
completes this ideal creation

The only flaw is its location

For this flower will never be seen

Its stunning perfection
never glorified

  
Too far off the beaten path

Just no way this spot can be reached

The flower lives out its life
alone and unappreciated

Is it real? Does it even exist?

How do we believe 
miracles we can't possibly see?

Why must we be
so empirically stubborn!

Always demanding proof intellectually

when all we need do is trust our hearts

The most natural

secure depository for beauty

Belief brings the flower to life

Faith sustains the memory

If you don’t believe in anything
then all you have is nothing

Fool's Porn

 

In this high tech age
it's become impossible to gauge
or reliably appraise
if our visual stimuli
is real or AI

Is this sexy girl image
I wanna jerk off to today
alive or computer generated?

Guess it does not matter

if my dream lover

was digitally created

or a real tactile ideal

Neither one of these angels

would ever

sexually engage with lonely me

At the end of the day

my flimsy love life

is but a sticky tissue

fantasy anyway

Exit Ramp

 

After their nightly war

of hurtful words
she yields the field
for a much needed retreat

from the domestic carnage

Using the bathroom as a refuge
she tries to hold it together

as she slams the door

now locked closed

The years have taken their toll
as the tears begin to roll

from her swollen eyes

She runs the faucet

to drown out the sound

of heaving sobs

that serve as a dirge

for her relationship surrender

Surrender as in an ending

Closing the book on a tragedy

This strategic capitulation

will yield a degree

of much needed closure

that is the first step

toward recovery

Meal Fit For a Scavenger

 

Here at the Carrion Cafe
we always serve up the best
roadside cuisine

Our exquisite menu is never set
cause here at the Carrion

if the meat ain't freshly scraped 
off the highway that day
it won't land on your plate

From our tart

squished squirrel hors d'oeuvres
to our delicious raccoon fricassee 
your palate satisfaction is guaranteed

Located right off Highway 73

we are now open for breakfast

serving up scrumptious

possum pancakes

with a side of mystery

sausage potpourri

Twenty percent off discount

if you supply your own roadkill

for us to prepare as you like it

So come on down to the CC

Bring the family

for a wholesome

affordable feast

We even do parties