19th Century Reboot

 

Stop your incessant whining..

Lose the boo hoo lamentations..

We're gonna streamline your institutions..

Filet and gut those confusing regulations

that inhibit the conduct of our business..

For a slight charge

we'll gladly neuter your democracy

and get you to accept the persuasion 

that America is an antiquated concept

desperately in need of an upgrade..

Embrace the benign Captains of Industry

pulling your strings benevolently..

For the greater good of the public

and corporate profit margins

are a one and the same equation..

So place your trust

in the Great Corporate Fathers
and their bought and paid for
media/politician bitches
to trickle down the riches
to you easily manipulated peasants..

Fret not these needless rights

you shall be required to sign away

for they will make us all prosperous..

OK, maybe some more than others

and perhaps for a few none at all

but this is a trade off sacrifice

we at the top of the pyramid

are willing to bless

to Make Oligarchy Great Again

United States of Weeds

 

Tossing and turning

I slept with uncertainty..

Awoke in a cold sweat

awash in anxiety..

At the end of that black night
the morning arrived right on time..

But instead of bringing

much needed light
the dawn revealed 

a deeper depth of darkness..

All previous illumination devices

in our house so badly divided

were cracked and beyond repair..

We collectively cursed

the new reality nightmare..

This perpetual storm
would now be the new norm
as unpleasant truth we long ignored
knocked down our denial door..

The somber dirge of our dissolution

would be a familiar tragic refrain..

The false sense of security

in a decaying foundation

of once mighty institutions

we stubbornly believed in..

No match for the withering weeds

that suffocates misplaced trust

cause in the end

there were more of them

than there were of us

Good Vibrations

 

Hard to imagine
dreams coming to fruition
when stricken with the condition
of chronic pessimism..

The obvious bond of success
and positive reinforcement
is not an accident..

It's the winning byproduct
of positive vibes

Escape Clause

 

I don't plan on breaking

for any animals today
so the wee beasties

best stay away..

from my determined motion..

Humans too..

The annoying ones especially..

Of course I am speaking figuratively
wrapped in the language inflammatory
of modern day text exaggerations..

So don't take this bullshit rant seriously..

I'm just flexing my poetic license..

Tis all good clean violent nonsense.. 

Damn these legal disclaimers

I gotta drop

to protect my written venting spasms 
from verbatim fools

who may take my loose hyperbole literally

Friction Formula

 

Here deep in the bowels

of sludge drenched stagnation

light is the primary motion agent.. 

I came for this acceleration..

Left with a greater appreciation
for the power of particle friction
slicing through this thick toxic 

atmosphere..

It's this super charged residue
of positive resistance
to this negative existence
that provides sustenance
along the trip to true progress 

All it takes is much kinetic agitation 

and the application of persistence

which will wear down

improvement impediments 

until the tipping point is reached

when the concept of social justice

explodes into glorious reality

Fertilizer Conveyor

 

Time to plug in

to the opinion machine..

Tell me please
what I just saw..

Tell me please
what I need think..

Load me up
with our daily ration

of fresh talking points..

Gimme sound byte snippets
to bolster our simple arguments
which we of the thought collective
will dutifully carry to the field of ideas..

WE SCREAM WITH ONE VOICE..

ONE SHARED MANIPULATION..

VOLUME AND REPETITION..

VOLUME AND REPETITION..

PUSH THE COLLECTIVE NARRATIVE..

Move the needle

of fickle public opinion

toward the approved conclusions..

Rinse and spit..

Cleanse the propaganda palate

and reload fresh bullshit

for we conveyors to spread

In the Interim

 

Exit ramp dead ahead

as I am starting to envision
my life after this endless
disjointed employment..

Slow fade to retirement
and welcome obsolescence
away from the bored chorus

of clock punching drones
themselves counting the days
til one by one
the calendar says they are done
to be replaced
by the next wave
of temporary worker bees

hauling the honey

to feed the indifferent system

Truth DOA

 

This much is a certainty..

Here in the contentious abyss
of modern combat politics
one man's disinformation
is another's political dogma..

So pervasive are the stiletto slants
that truth which once passed for fact
gets sliced and diced daily to such an extent
as to now be unrecognizable

No witnesses ever found at this crime scene

who will corroborate the evidence

that should be obvious

if anyone was still interested

in paying attention

Hit Fowl

 

When the caged canary
began gasping
and getting all teary eyed
from the foul suffocating stench
of the toxic hyperbole

and sheer volume of lies
that permeate our environment
we knew what we had to do..

We executed the alarmist bird
and returned to the slow cook
soothing denials of the day

because not only

do we always shoot the messenger

we filet their Chicken Little asses

and serve them up with a nice Chianti

Joy Hopping

 

I am finally content
to simply be who I am..

Took me years to understand
there is no long term plan..

No tightly crafted narrative..

Only these fleeting moments

that make this trip tolerable..

Connected specks of sand
in the vast desert of eternity
where we well meaning inhabitants
spend our allocated time 
seeking out snippets of happiness

Time Vessel

 

I love
the tick tock of the clock
gently caressing
the silence of the night...

It sounds like
wisps of ethereal time 
seeping into the sky..

Fear not
the moment's 

inevitable abandonment..

There will be eventual replenishment
of this eternal resource
carried by the chimes
and deposited in our laps

when the time is right

Mr Sickness

 

A pox on these damn coughing spasms !

Lungs expelling moss green sludge
that have populated

and multiplied unabated
from the dark depths
of my bronchial tubes
since the 80's..

I shall spit out the offensive sputum
like I do everything else in my congested
sickening fungal excuse of a life..

This chronic incurable condition

will one day be the death of me..

As with us all just a question of when

In Defense of Loneliness

 

Here on the periphery
silence is my primary currency..

This view from the edge
is always crystal clear..

From my perch on the side
I see and hear
all the chaos within..

The bickering discordant symphony
that passes for relations these days..

Here on the periphery
feel free to pity me

and label my solitude

as the epitome of being lonely..

But in the grand scheme
I am far more happy

than imprisoned you will ever be

Light Pretzel

 

Gazing though
the cracked prism
of intolerance
yields a distorted vision
which blurs the distinction
between fact and fiction.. 

Once the truth gets refracted
it mutates into modern propaganda
for mass transmission
to those desperate for an alternate reality..

These disciples of the corrupted light

thrive in the shadows of minimal sight

free from the contradictions

of rational thought

Battle Bot Men

 

The contentious man

of an ornery bent

revels in his daily battles..

Pointless as they may be

these circular arguments

are the ultimate nowhere trip..

Self generated

and eternally perpetuated

this vile hatred

of those who oppose his views

is returned with equal fervor..

A peaceful solution

these friction junkies

will never find

for they are of a like

tightly bolted closed mind

Nut Soup

 

Twas decreed
by reliable shrink authorities 

that extremely warped me
is definitely
manic depressive..
obsessiveness compulsive..
psychotically repressive..
anti socially self destructive
with just a pinch of OCD..

and a few other quaint acronyms

I fail to recall

cause I don't focus too well

(must be my attention deficit thing)

Of course this made distraught

having so many things wrong with me

that I felt a smothering sense of inadequacy

so my self esteem was destroyed
and I became unhinged at the very thought

that quite possibly I was a misfit toy

adrift in a sea of social uncertainty..

This feeling was compounded

by the diagnosis

that my dire mental condition

was so hopeless

and beyond modern medications

that the best remedy for my ailments

would to become a psychiatrist myself

Today I am a world renowned head doctor

dispensing the best bar tender type advice

and mood altering elixir cocktails

to the Loony Tune populace