Disco Tracks

Once upon a time

back in the
70's to be precise

Party girls all glittery
feeling liberated sexually

gave it up so easily

to the boys
dressed fruity

struggling with
masculine ambiguity
 
Oh 
the coke flowed freely
to the disco beat soundtrack

Party nation

regaling the night 
with self gratification

The age of excess
would run it's course 

and give birth

to the
Me Generation

Word Up

After you click
or poke
the button
labeled send

A little piece of you

now belongs
to the Universe

Your words splattered
on the public register

You never know who
will read you
under the microscope
of interpretation

Perceptions of
a mass audience
you will never meet
 
Most will breeze by
or delete you entirely

A few
may choose
to interact

Investing their time

for a worth while exchange

of humanity

on the great

interactive stage 

These exchanges

Millions every day

fly over
cultural walls

Someday the barriers

of ignorance will fall

Shattered by knowledge

Online friendships forged

Cause you can't
very well kill
your online buddies

and to think

Utopia 

begins and ends
with flying words

We all have the power
at our finger tips

Make the most
of this amazing gift

Paper Mache Sword Play

They say

in their infinite wisdom
of convenient cliches
Love conquers all
Really?

Can love beat disease?

Make cancer cells dissolve
with a heartfelt hug?

How about cruelty?

Or crushing infidelity?

Does love possess
super hero qualities?

I wish it did

What a better
world this would be
As often
seems to be the case

The truth does
not cooperate
with our dreams

For you see

Love is
a delicate flower

A beautiful
magical
cotton candy treat

Not

the mythical power
poetic dreamers
wish it to be

Negative Fidelity

Negative Fidelity

She's in my heart
she's of my soul
she's in my loins
she's of my  dreams

always in
my line of sight

her body I desire
those lips I crave

flip of her hair
twirled seductively
nervous laugh
I know she wants me 

she's always on my mind
always in my dreams

steamy sensuality
real life fantasy 

she's all I need
all I ever want

if only

we weren't
so damn
married

to different
people

if only

we weren't
so damn
morally

obedient 

Star Envy

Here in the land of the free

liberty, democracy, equality

The spotlight shines
on the cultural elite

Blessed be the wealthy
for they
have inherited the Earth

All doors open
for the famous few

Fawned over by their
sycophant minions

Fighting over themselves
to hear

what their idols have to say

what they wear

what shampoo applied
to their shiny hair

and yet

tis not their fault

our inflated celebrities

and their glitter cult
of hypocrisy 

All playing their parts
in the side show of life

The cycle of hype

serves to distract 

from our
desperately ordinary lives

Cyber Sucklings

Slave to tech
always checks
lower right corner
of life line screen
to verify time 

Every day
wears a number
cause the machine
says so

We wear labels too

Stored on micro chips

that dance on the head of a pin

Data base self perceptions

Quantify our trends analytically 

Our preferences grouped

with other like thinking blips

So the great machine

can tell us what we need

and feed our cyber dependency 

Liquid Erosion

drip...drip ..drip...

constant 

monotonous

so

relentless

in it's content

It never ever

changes the beat

drip..drip..drip.. 

It's not insanity

I fear anymore

It's the apathy

The monotony

suffocating the soul

Smothering hope

with relentless efficiency

Chemical vacation trips

once my sanctuary

now my prison

Time has eroded

those walls too

In the end

death is the only way

to conquer apathy

drip..drip..drip...

Star Dusters

Fame is a narcotic

a blinding white star

A foolish illusion

to validate who we are

All the accolades

from the hyped up

praise machine

Inflate the ego

beyond recognition

and yet...

at the end of the day

when the grease paint comes off

the mirror confirms

we are who we are

You can fool the world

with your fairy tale facade

but you can’t fool yourself

because deep down

our core is unmoved

by the trappings of fame

Working Ass

Working late
yet again
in my office prison

The walls 
of my cubicle existence
closing in

Such the
dedicated cog
in the wheel be I

Trying to impress
my masters
who are
home right now
with their families

Looking down
on busy
worker bee me

Another foolish
worn down mule
with
misplaced life priorities

Shiny Pills

Research scientists
at the 
Institute for Humanity

working diligently

on finding a cure
for
intolerance and bigotry

conclude finally

the solution

to ignorant thought pollution

is education

to the demons
we fear

The light of truth

is always the antidote

to darkness








  

Writing By Numbers

Here I rot on a rock of shame
convicted fourteen years past
on trumped up charges quite lame
My ignorance defense went nowhere fast

The word judge would not be swayed
that I knew not proper rhyming schemes
Quaint ancient rules that MUST be obeyed
Structure rebels are deemed obscene

To my last breath I will debate
the merits of substance over style
I'd rather you ponder what I create
than count the syllables I compile     

Or even these jive sonnet line calculations 
as I petulantly perform my penance probation

Escape To Goose Island

Pretty pink princess
with her poofy puffy dress
blowing in the glittery breeze

Side saddle riding
her white unicorn
through rolling fields
of cotton candy clover

Off to the ball
at the castle in the clouds

Where her dashing
young prince awaits

First dance tonight
for the perfect pair

Not a care in the world

Deep inside
her comfortable
fairy tale

No bills past due

No storms blowing through
for the pretty pink princess

living her pretty pink fantasy

Heavily medicated 

Chemically insulated

from her darkest nightmares

that lie outside
her fortress walls

Indian Summer In July

Summer time always brings the heat

All the young girls dressed like a warm breeze

The shapely skin review on full display

A visual feast for the males of the species

This is where things sort of get creepy

at least inside my gray head anyways                       

                            

For here I am in the Autumn of my life

but I just can’t help but internally lust

at girls young enough to be my daughter

and secretly fantasize like all guys do

Such a bad case of the guilts have I
with all my pornographic intents

I self soothe with my rationalizations
for my look but don't touch frustrations

Come late night
forbidden steam will be released

The days will grow shorter soon enough
all the remains will be sweaty memories

as Miss Scantily Clad sashays my way
oblivious to the turmoil inside me

Or is she really that naive?
This existence one big tease   

Can’t dance when I want to anymore    

It really hurts being middle age inappropriate L

Staying On Point

The desperate man
with nothing to lose

is a dangerously
motivated man

Though

the complacent man
with nothing to prove 

will eventually be
over run

Explosion

Implosion

Destruction comes
in many forms

Never take
your hand
off the throttle 

Pity Fully Me

Gonna walk

right off this planet   

into the setting sun

Like a moth

dive bombing

into a bug zapper

A spark lighting up

the summer twilight    

   

Fried me

I fall to Earth

with all the other

incinerated pests

Swept away

by the wind

Don’t wanna be a memory

or an amusing story

Just wish to be forgotten

Totally disposable

Sometimes I feel lost,  
  

stumbling through the haze

Trying so hard

to break

this string of bad days 

Fossil Dance

Final days
of our existence

History will record
that we did not survive

Forever and ever
has finally arrived

The doors are closing
on our long running show

Everyone is to blame
because
when we became
do or die


we collectively
suffered
a loss of
a will

Worn down 
by the responsibility
of acting responsibly

We succumbed finally
to the force
of extinction

that eventually
snuffs all species

Refraction Attraction

She be deliciously evil

So selfish and vain

Always pissed off
about all things inane

She's a pest
who just has to get her way

People ask me
why I stay
with such a volatile creature

All I know
is that I love her

for reasons
I can't explain

Maybe
she is

with her
unfiltered honesty

all I wish
I could be

Waste Not Want Not

Once I’ve reached my expiration date

and am no longer serviceable

Deposit me in a hefty bag,

the kind with the drawstrings

Drag me out to the street

        

for some curbside pickup

Maybe I can be recycled

or used for fertilizer

We need to  be productive

So I won’t be offended

if my carcass is thrown out

Because I’ll be very dead

Which is a much bigger problem 

Shadow Dancing

You've always
been with me
and forever will be

Sometimes stealthily
in your invisibility
but I take comfort
in knowing
you will return
riding the light

My steadfast companion
through all the
trials and tribulations
of this turbulent life

Never abandoning me

My silent friend

Who never complains
or sits in judgement

Wherever I may go
you are there
riding shotgun..

A wellspring of confident reassurance

I can always count on you

My reliable shadow