Stealth Story

The man on the periphery

slow dancing on the edge
of relevancy

has come to cherish
his transparency

for there is a certain majesty
in the cloak of anonymity

The High Church of Hypocrisy

You Mud People
with your 
sinfully dirty ways
are now forbidden
BY LAW
to breathe 
our rarified
hermetically cleansed air
we now decree can't be shared

While the Lord we speak for 
loves you all the same
your very existence we abhor

So go forth and exist no more
and maybe someday
you'll be as self righteously
born again pure
as we 
your pious persecutors 

Beast TV

Embedded

on my TV nightly...  

Man killing man

in a bloody

slow drip

species demolition spree...

Pundits pundificate

and regurgitate 

their pet theories

about plausible 

violence cause and effect

while distraught moralists

slip into

their fashionable 

rationalization masks...

Of course none of us

jungle inhabitants

waste precious brain energy

anymore on the daily carnage

Cause we know

the curse of this spent species

is that in our savage hearts

we are all nothing more

than scared beasties

Lifetime Underachievement Award

Used to believe I might be
somebody of note someday

A dream I shared

along with the rest
of anonymous humanity

Of course
life did not work out that way

as I plunged
into the crowded pit
of maddening mediocrity

Cause the achievement light
rarely shines
on those like me
who traverse
the safe and easy path
of the chronically lazy

as we collectively sit
on our spectator asses
and gaze up longingly
at the stars blazing bright
that could have been us