Love of My Night

This much I know

Twas a night of epic cheer

Though it turned to blur
sometime between
hello and good bye  

So here I lie
in a strange bed

Unclear how I got here
or what I did
and with whom

Singular or plural?

Very hard to say

Next move

Do I sneak out silently
or snuggle
with the mystery 

sleeping beauty 
laying serenely next to me?

Is this the morning after ending
or a romance ascending?

What was her name again? 

Volume Control

I rant

and then

I rave

Simply for effect

until my entire point

gets drowned out

by passion's excess

Need to take a breath

Tone down the rhetoric

and play rationally  

Knowing Thy Audience

Starving writer

Desperate for inspiration

Fishing for relevance
in a sea of apathy

The passion is still there
but
his positive poetry
is woefully nowhere

Totally out of fashion

for this cynical world

Eventually tomorrow

he'll tap into his pain

and unleash the blues

Word torrents of sorrow

his somber audience can relate to

Odd Bawling

I've always struggled
with the concept of appropriate

Forever straining the fabric
of social conventions

I am harmless though 

but I realize

my flights from propriety  
make friends and family cringe 

Like a maladjusted puzzle piece
forever battling to fit in
to somehow pass for normal

People call me a character

as they snicker and chatter

about my latest indiscretion

I smile like fools do

but it bothers me

more than they know

Why do I always

 have to be

out

          of

sync? 

Pay Back Reflex

You hit us

We hit back

Round and round

Punch and counter punch

Hatred is trending

Now we commence
once again
the bloody dance

to avenge Paris

and get our revenge

as humanity descends

deeper

into the abyss

of recycled violence

The One and Only

I am

the odd man out

in this paired up room

of joined at the hip couples

Everybody has somebody

I got nobody

All I get for my solitude

are the looks

and whispers

of the condescending congregation 

wondering

what the Hell

is wrong with me

and especially

how dare I be

so fucking happy

Incarcerated Life

We are all born
into this world
as spirits free

Time and circumstance
reign over us relentlessly
with bullshit rules
of which we have no say

We either conform

or we stray

Either way

over the years we forge

our prison without bars

Captive individuals

struggling to make sense 

of this life sentence

we are all serving

Bitter Tea Party

Cameras roll 

Choreographed mob scene
raging out of control
as the angry dragons
fan the populist flames 

Preaching their brand
of political anarchy
to the dysfunctional party
who line up dutifully
to receive their poison 
from the Mad Hatter
pouring arsenic tea
into their cracked cups

All the while
the sideline pundits pontificate
their psycho babble nonsense

As if one can analyze rage
in our rapidly collapsing
us against them age

Service of Shame

Fat ass 
fast food
connoisseurs

Gorging on burgers and fries

Don't want the slaves
earning a living wage
cause it will milk shake up
the dog eat dog economy 
if they gotta lay out
a few more discretionary coins
to feed their gluttony 

Let Us Prey

Here in the jungle
we got too many killers
and not enough lovers

Grisly massacres roll nightly

as the victim's screams

wail out in a symphony of sirens

Is this the natural order of things?

Will we all eventually succumb
to our predatory history  

or do those of us

currently cowering 

in silent anxiety

have the will power

to change

our downward destiny?

Such Allititeration

Shirley stealthy sells
shattered seashells
by the sandy sea shore

She will surely be
shunned by decent society 
for selling such
shoddy merchandise

Since she socked away
the spoils of her staggering larceny
to such an extent
she could smugly smile
when consumers screamed
about her lax
don't give a shit attitude

Sheriff Simmons
was summarily summoned
by state investigators
to smooth over
the sticky situation
but since he was 
secretly sleeping
with slutty Shirley
the investigation 

was scandalously squashed

Just another shocking case
of sexual shenanigans
such as this
subverting the scales of justice

Side Line Snipers

Haters gotta hate..

Losers gonna whine

and know it alls live to preach..

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery..

Where the perfekt congregate

to pontificate

their brand of hypocrisy

as they sit on the fence

and drop down their two cents

on those brave souls

having at it in the arena