g_d damn it

 

Holster your Hossanas

No need to pray for me

I got God covered

The Supreme and I

reached a late night accord

over cocktails
where I locked in future grace
in exchange for my foregoing
to ever spew
the invective GOD DAMN again
as he mumbled something

about blasphemy

and my dangling by a thread

eternal soul

Who knew the Lord

took our frickin words
so god damn literally?

Obstructed View

 

Can't get to your destination

when lacking adequate navigation

Stand on mountaintop high
to achieve proper elevation

For once view the forest
OVER the trees

The panorama is yours to see
in it's glorious entirety

Way beyond the rigid
self made two dimensional
landscape boundary lies
our oft limited vision
gets imprisoned by

Boomer Tuner

 

Here I go again

memory tripping

A common escape route

of my gray demographic

Driving through time zones

to nowhere in particular

calibrating radio knobs

for decent FM reception

seeking clear tune connection

And yet

all I got was a weird mix

of static and station overlap

that changed constantly

with each mile post traversed

as I drifted in and out

of antenna range

As audio chaotic as this

sound blender may have seemed

there was a random beauty

to this discordant symphony

and the required

knob turning patience

to participate in it

Today my vehicular

audio system

is satellite based

guaranteeing surround sound

Dolby Stereo perfection

no matter where I may be globally

I know this is digital progress

Blessed be the technology

of the ease of use 21st Century

but to tube and diode

based dinosaurs like me

there is something to be said

for the glorious imperfections

of scratchy old fashioned

manually adjusted

radio wave transmissions

The Missing Wheel

 

Here at Cafe Reverse
dessert comes first

Then the entree is served
and the appetizer closes the meal

On upside down plates
the raw food is dispatched
uncooked and unwrapped
by a pissed off staff
comprised of native born

American citizens

who feel these low end jobs
are
beneath
them

Perhaps immigrants

derided as illegal aliens

by those

of a prejudiced bent

who perform so many

thankless tasks

for subterranean wages

in our service economy

will not be appreciated fully

until their hard working asses

are gone permanently

Take Out the Trash

 

The great reconciliation will come
when both ends of the spectrum
and scared shitless moderates
can finally reach agreement
that their contingent is imperfect

When even the crazed

fire breathing zealots

can no longer stomach

or desperately rationalize

some of the sleazes on their side

The painful self confession

that they have team members
who are so morally deficient

and beyond redemption
they need to be condemned
BY THEM

Even if these cretins

share opinion positions

that advance the Cause

There has to be

a bad behavior Rubicon

good people simply can not cross

The driving force

of our much needed unification

will be the shared acceptance

that character matters once again

Off Point

 

Back and forth
on which path to choose

The old fork in the road thing

The chart tomorrow game

As the debate waned
the inevitable 
"What's the point?" came

My retort these days
is "Why does there have to be one?"

What is wrong
with a little pointless fun
that serves no purpose
but a smile or two
to help us get through
this boring

color between the lines life?

Sexolution

 

Heather the former feather dancer
was a professional dream teaser

She's a throw back to innocent times
when erotica was all in the mind

Sexy silhouette, sultry shadows
flirtatious winks, naughty show

Today the fantasy game
is all silicon based and in your face
with little left to the imagination

Grinding hard to lonely souls
for the currency in their pockets

While a withered Heather sighs

Pours drinks to the obnoxious pervs
and wistfully laments her lost art

Fool and Hardy

 

Dancing on a fault line
the soon to be condemned men
bluster on and on
about their invincibility

Totally oblivious
that come tomorrow
they and their arrogance
will be gone

Their tale of self destruction
will serve

as a future cautionary tale
to those of a reckless disposition

who of course

will put this warning on ignore

because this is what imprudent fools do

Count to Three

 

Prior to launch
take a deep breathe

and analyze consequence

of hostilities unchecked

Time has always been

the blessed peace maker

that not only brings thoughtful reflection

but the most powerful protection

to our impulsive 

knee jerk reactions

that threaten to wreck

fragile human relationships 

That Girl

 

She fascinates me

And not in a mere sexual way
which I guess
in my developmental sense
is real human being progress

I just find her quirkiness
and humorous innocence
so very refreshing
in this contentious age
of smart ass cynicism

OK I gotta confess
she does ooze cuteness
so maybe
there is a slight

lusty component
to my carnal attraction
but more as a wholesome
holding hands
on a carousel
G rated concept

Hell Bound Soiree

 

That loud tapping sound you hear
is the desperate congregation
of soon to be fallen angels
dancing on the tip of a spear..

Our view below ain't very clear
but the blast of thermal heat

has a definite furnace feel
one would associate with Apocalypse..

Best spare your sympathy
for this soon to be charred herd
cause our fiery fate is well deserved

For we had many a chance

to gracefully exit

this Hell bound dance

but chose instead

to proceed with the reckless arrogance

of petulant children

oblivious to the consequence

which now consigns we brats

to be forever damned

Squeezed Out

 

As I slide into blissful unconsciousness

from the cobra squeeze

tightly wrapped around my existence

my final thought will be

if only I had tapped out

when I had the opportunity

this soon to be calamity

could have been preventable easily

All the signs

of a potential disaster situation

were staring me

right in my oblivious face

Though even if I had been

paying attention

I would not have taken

the obvious threat seriously

Pride goeth before termination

Change My Mind

 

The Boomer man
that I will always be
will never comprehend
pants made of denim
with holes in them

by design..

By design?

As in on purpose?

This fashion statement blows my mind..

And not little rips anymore
with teasing peek-a-boo intent..

We're talking huge gaping shredded caverns..

Showing more skin than thread..

Which is the prurient intent I guess..

And a trend I have never been against..

But why not just wear a short dress?

(Feel free to Google this torn clothing concept)