Downpectations

 

I don't need

no frickin happy pills
to get me through

these endless days

Don't desire

that chemically inspired
mood suppressing

glassy eyed facade smile

that passes for serenity

I really don't need
no psycho analysis 
mumble jumble therapy
whining about
how I despise my Mommy

Now I take each day
with
low
expectations

Minimalist aspirations

Manageable frustrations

My self hating defeating

contraction action plan
demands absolute acceptance

that I ain't so bad
and we misfits

collectively be
flawed pieces
that don't necessarily
always need to fit
conveniently
in this jumble

of a puzzle
we label reality

Conceptual Living

 

The blender  
of a few well placed
electrical discharges
in our underutilized brains
is where inspiration
dances unrestrained

Creations of virgin purity
immaculately unstained
by doubt bombs
pre internal and external scrutiny

This suppressed blueprint
always displays 
natural perfection

If only we could reside
in this secure womb
of abstract excellence

Instead we gotta endure
these broken implementations
that perpetually leave us wanting

Forever seeking
the next future
untarnished surge of creativity

Fizzled Out

 

When she kissed her prince
there was zero electricity

No hormonal chemistry
that basic biology demands

No tingle in the toes 

So she let practical happiness go

Even though she knows
physical passion is as fleeting

as yesterday's Earth moving orgasm

Fare thee well

to the perfect man
to be happily ever after with

in a sustainable fashion

Done in by finicky biology

All that remains
is her everlasting regret
for releasing
long term contentment
that fell into her lap

WE the People

 

Stop knocking diversity

as a dire threat to democracy

with your ignorant digs...

Don't piss on the concept of unity and indivisibility

like they are such radical philosophies...

Why is it that the kids today

can see equality's beacon light so clearly 

while my bitter generation still clings

to the old ways of darkness?

Lapping up all the old deceptions

laced with lazy stereotypes...

Instead of being prisoners to our history

we should be the ones leading the charge

to permanently blast away the sins of the past...

The times truly are a changing  

so we dinosaurs best adapt

and get with the inclusion program ...

Let go of the segregation we once knew...

The American Revolution continues. 

Dumb Struck Cult

 

If you have the audacity

to now label Twitter 
as the letter X

cause a man child

billionaire says so

If you actually believe
the Gulf of Mexico
is now the Gulf of America
because of an idiot's decree

If you relate
to the inbred morons
who dream of Canada
one day being the 51st state

You are in a mindless cult my son

Run your nonsense

up the flagpole

as some sort of sick

loyalty litmus test

Rename and rebrand

reality to your heart's content

But at the end of the day

We all laugh at your naivete 
and the ass you rode in on
for the bowel movement
of the MAGA accident
soon to be flushed
down the toilet drain of history

What a relief that will be

Be True to Yourself

 

The chances of you and I
escaping this flash orgy
with our virtue still intact
is virtually an impossibility

The paper thin fragility
of long ago Sunday School morality
drilled into our fair heads
well before we were ever acquainted
with the pleasures supplied

by partaking of physical temptation

As the years accumulate
and the implanted guilt dissipates
we realize finally
the futility
of constantly restraining
our natural urges

based on an ancient second hand text

written by self serving hypocrites

and passed down through the centuries

by charlatans and control freaks

Tibi ipsi esto fidelis

Angel Bust

 

The heavenly chorus dropped down

from the azure sky
singing hosannas and lullabies

Everywhere we went
the cherubs were around

Century piled upon century

We heard the music
but not the sound

Never focusing on the lyrics

They politely requested
we sinners join their harmony serene
but we did not take
these messengers seriously

So this pissed off ensemble
quickly transposed
to apocalypse mode

While our ship
was sinking
the band played on

A dirge for us all

A requiem for the gone

Wither Americana

 

The MAGA legions
wear red threads made in China
and preach American exceptionalism
dispensing missives of ethnic nationalism
that have sparked conflicts
throughout history

Wrapped in red white and blue
the America First crew
eschews the world view
for a narrow myopic reality
that have fueled wars
throughout history

Peeking out from behind the wall
the protectionism mob
of anti globalist guardians
practice excessive tariff levies
guaranteed to wreck economies
that have led to recessions
throughout history

and so it goes...

Events will spiral out of control

Of course
those pulling the strings

from behind the scenes will profit

Strife will be the norm for the rest

Perhaps this time
our ignorance proves fatal

Death being the ultimate destiny
of all empires throughout history

Or maybe

This latest episode

of self inflicted agony will make the best painful lesson

that resonates with us for once An ignorant child

who burns their hand on a hot stove learns to never do it again

At least in theory

Truth Or?

 

I am

a gray ghost
of transparency 
trapped in a black
and white world

And yet

I reject your absolutes

Piss on rigid truths

Nuances I dare to see
wrapped in soft subtleties

I am

a complexity revolutionary

An inter dimensional explorer  

You too

have the innate ability

to read between
the literal lines

Open your blinds
and let the light of knowledge
shine through the stubborn mist

See life

in all it's glorious layers

Savor the complexities
and grasp the paradox
that sometimes
there exists more 

than one right answer

Death by Compliments

 

Let's make one thing very clear

I will eat cheerfully today

whatever slop

you drop on my plate

with nary a complaint

I just no longer give a damn

about the concept of self pride

that in my contentious past

led to many a messy conflict

Live and let live

is my fresh concession mantra

My hero Eddie on the other hand

with his fake smile

and false cheer

is a slow leak

on our Good Ship Lollipop

that he will burst gradually

with his stealth negativity

until the weight of liberated truth

drowns us all eventually

as I silently cheer with my last breath

the death of social hypocrisy

Cold Inside

 

Socially inept Stevie

Such a scared little puppy    

             

Petrified of any human interaction

that may generate uncertain feelings

                                    

So he uses his weirdness as a shield

Safe with always being the odd man out

which reinforces his walls of protected loneliness

Will never let the prying world see

within his contained environment

where he can remain comfortably different

locked in solitary

What a shame this deluded soul refuses to realize

how rapidly our time on Earth flies

Someday when his existence begins to wane

he will look back

at the missed opportunities and sigh

and regret all the life he let slip on by

True or True

 

Truth
no matter how rock solid
can be deposited
in our industrial blender
and pureed
into a smoothie approximation
of an alternative reality
that contains the same variables
only in a slightly different composition
that should not really matter

And yet somehow it does

Form over substance is the way
these cotton candy ass days

Feed Bag Rap

 

The starving man
can be fed
hard stale bread
and it will be
ravenously consumed gratefully

Show a woman
with low self esteem
a steady diet of compliments
and she will eat it up gladly
but what
feast for the soul
could possibly satisfy
insatiably sinful me?

For I have always been
spiritually anorexic
when it comes to feeding
my emaciated spirit

Self Infliction Point

 

Let's self fess up...

The biggest enemy of us

is US...

OK...

Let's pretend

as a face saving

deflection gesture

it really is THEM

and broadcast their complicity

on all social media frequencies

for badly needed

communal sympathy...

Of course truth be told

deep down we know

more times than not

the foot that trips us up

is our own

Light Metaphor

 

The oblivious oak
directly adjacent
to the fledgling sapling
casts a growth inhibiting
shadow eclipse
over the frustrated little tree

In this sun starved environment
light is so precious
the little guy has no choice
but to play the role of nihilist
and wait patiently
for a future storm to blow in
to make things right
by flattening the impediment
to growth development
for all the citizens
of our inclusion forest
where resources
should get allocated fairly

History Reflux

 

If Twitter did exist
in the year 1947
the bought and paid for

Muskovian blue check mercenaries
would have been commanded
by our current
hate based government
to launch a boycott of MLB
for their DEI practices
of hiring a colored ball player
because on his race

Jackie Robinson
was his name
and brave men like him
changed the game

spitting in the face

of prejudiced bastards

who are much the same

as the hate based mutts

we have to endure today

Wearing Blue

 

It's OK to be depressed

Trust me, I know

No shame in melancholy

No need to feel guilty

In fact the real oddity would be

if you never felt blue

Cause that ain't how

this roller coaster life goes

Sadness is what makes us human

and appreciative

when the mood pendulum

swings back to happiness

Off Broadway Production

 

Video window
blares the news

Grave images
roll in 24/7

The pain of this
long running tragedy show
sears our tired eyes

The heartbreak
of humanity is relentless

It does make one question
God's very existence

Is he fact or fiction?

Is he even a he
these gender neutral days?

How can there be 
so much dysfunction
in it's flawed creation?

God is love?

God is perfect?

Where's the damn evidence?

Maybe the Lord has a plan
we were never meant to fathom
of perhaps our defective species
was just a rough draft
of a future better crafted production
somewhere else
in this vast Universe?

Ice Flames

 

I was there that fateful day
when the god damn furnace
that was guaranteed
and under warranty
to last forever
broke down unceremoniously

The pissed off owner
called Inferno Support
to moan about his domicile

and home office
now being frozen over

which as anyone who knows

anything about his core business

JUST CAN'T HAPPEN

The frustrated demon
has been on hold
for what seems like an eternity
as the long line of fallen souls

waiting to be processed

cool their heels in the lobby

Stinker of the Day

 

The Selfish Man
lacking in social consciousness
or a whiff of human decency
releases a fart
silent but deadly
in a crowded elevator
(or lift if you're a Brit)
then departs
the scene of the hate crime

Leaving behind
the stench of shit
as a thoughtless present

His foul methane gift
to the gagging
watery eyed populace
who now must breathe
through their mouths
for the rest of the trip

If you don't find this tale offensive
perhaps you are the son of a bitch
who dealt it

On Ignore

 

The things you find
during the decluttering process

Snippets frozen in time.

This forgotten scrapbook now soothes
my fading mind

Pics fully laminated.

Offering protection against the elements
and the ravages of today.

Locked in memories
where none of us age out

Even death can not penetrate
this thick veneer of yesterday
where cruel erosion is made irrelevant
to these locked in moments of joy.

Arthritic fingers
painfully skimming
long neglected precious pages

Liberating displaced images
from a bygone existence
of youthful exuberance
and unbridled innocence
where we still owned
all our tomorrows

I gently place my nostalgia down into the double lined trash bag designed to dispose of former treasures now consigned to the scrap heap of history for permanent ignore once our generation is gone