Happening Street

This thing we thought was inevitable...
just ain’t happening

All the fears we’ve been fermenting...
just ain’t happening

All the wild scenarios we conjured up...
still ain't ever happening

Things go down for a reason

or maybe not..

Good, bad, and indifferent
tis all a roll of the bouncing dice

There be no quantified logic in play here

So we gotta adapt on the fly

Dance with chaotic happenstance
and fully embrace life's randomness

Loving Left Overs

Speaking statistically...

It can be very odd

to perpetually

tie out evenly...

To equate perfectly

and consistently numerically

is quite the mathematical impossibility...

So we gotta accept

quantitative reality

that life tends to trend fractionally..

Since we rarely tie out equally

contingencies must be made

for carry over excess

we gotta find a proper home for...

Imbalance is always a possibility...

Best embrace the solutions

when they skew messy

Butterfly Droppings

The once immaculate debutante
clad in her soiled white gown
loves to hang around
with disheveled metal bands
on the disjointed side of town
with all the other
disaffected groupies
and assorted hanger ons

Her concerned 
family and friends
abduct the former suburban princess
to perform a radical musical intervention

They tie her rebellious ass to a chair
and subject her heavily pierced ears
to a heavy rotation
of Taylor Swift 
and Katy Perry

After sweet saturation is complete
a steady stream infusion
of bubble gum pop
is pumped via IV
into her heavily tattooed arm
to close out the cultural correction session

Our reformed princess seems to have
learned her indoctrination lesson

Returns to the mainstream
to one day assume 
a pre programmed life
of doting child bearing wife
and servile homemaker

Baking cookies
while humming
Bruno Mars tunes
while group chat bitching
to her frustrated friends
about their out of control kids

What's In Store

After my number
was proclaimed

I went to the counter
to claim my prize

The clerk with laser eyes
took me in the back
to have my unregistered ass
time stamped

While waiting to be processed
two burly zombie employees
rudely threw me
on a conveyor belt  

At the end of my trip
a disinterested 
former prom queen
slapped a sticky barcode
on my forehead
and product placed me
eye level high
on a freshly wiped shelf

Dazed and confused
I complained 
to the leprechaun manager
who was not amused
that a valued customer
was so thoroughly abused   

He dropped me in a cart
and rolled me over
to customer relations
where a gum smacking teen
gave me a key chain
and a coupon
I was told not to lose

As I wandered 
the dimly lit 
parking field
looking for my car
I had the chance
to reflect
on the sins
of the dying
brick and mortar
retail establishment
and wondered
where I should shop
online next time

Pawn Power

In the corner
of our dusty dark box
we pawns convene
and plot to overthrow
the demented King
and his court
of well heeled fools

We shall organize

Leverage our
strength in numbers

Become an
overwhelming
unrelenting horde

Move en masse 
like tiny drops
in a tidal wave 

Push our smug
oppressors off the board

We will change the rules

Level the playing field

Make our world more just

Cause in the end

There is no game without us

Scavenger Hunt

Gotta love those vultures
circling so elegantly
above my soon to be
rotting carcass

Tis a death scene so serene
here in the desert
that's all horizon
and no substance

Or is this simply my just desserts
served before the main course?

I love these scavenger creatures
of natural recycling efficiencies 
even though their imminent destiny
involves feasting on me