Yeah Baby

 

When an escape hatch is required
from this grim
all too real reality
I put on rose colored specs
for the simpler times view

and don my old school threads
tinged purple and white

My stuffy romantic gal pal
who is poetically and shamelessly
phonetically inclined
said I looked mighty fine
in magenta and alabaster

Her descriptive adjectives
do flow pretty

and definitely sound

more elegantly refined
though that elevated scene

doesn't quite fit

a primary color guy like me

Opinion Creations

 

A book with a lovely cover
binding ugly words within

A slick influencer post

from a bought and paid for source

It may even be a bot

or grown on an AI farm

You know
where I'm going with this

Don't blindly buy the bullshit

Don't be a duped minion

Don't believe the hype

See past the flash
designed to blind
and never stop questioning
the author's slant

Be the sole author

of your own informed opinions

while always respecting

the educated opposition

professing differing conclusions

Little Miss Thing

 

Took my date
to the enhancement dance
cause she always dreamed
of being physically upgraded

I generally aim to please
especially when there is potentially
some booty gratitude in it for me

Hey, I'm your typical
shallow kind of horny guy

Anyway..

The white clad chemist 
at the packed molecular bar
poured my prospective love
a little synthetic shot blend
to be consumed with a neon chaser
with the expected mixing action
of setting off the chemical reaction
for maximum modification effect

Progress is all about transformation

Inefficient process alterations

The patient is now a chic super model

People worship her heavenly body
on all multi media outlets

Call me crazy for being nostalgic 
but I liked her better
when she was flawed and real

Night Birth

 

I aspire to be
deep asleep
later tonight
beneath the full moon
replete with possibilities

At that time
I will dream
that I shall be
seriously intertwined
with a sultry feminine
vampire concubine
who will suck
the last remnants
of my essence dry
as I achieve
the peak of carnal ecstasy

But this fantasy
is so much more
than a sweaty
stained sheet ejaculation

My sweet vixen

sent by the forces of darkness

will liberate me
from my bleak mortality
and I will finally be free
to fly the night
for all eternity
like a nightbird phoenix
with my newfound
insatiable bride

Stunted Man

 

I never escaped
that awkward
teenage stage

I just could not find
that damn conduit
that led
to adult self confidence

There comes a point

in every search party

when the batteries

start to die

and the lights flicker

before becoming one

with the permanent darkness

At this late stage
of my arrested development
I have at least 
finally come to grips
with grudging acceptance

that I am what I am not

At the end of our performance

this should be more than enough

Crock of Popularity

 

From down deep in the depths
the designated dispensers 

of murky 21st Century justice
convene yet another hectic session
in the Court of Questionable Judgments

Here only admissible arguments
that are deaf blind and dumb
are deemed valid
under rigid click statutes
skewed to adhere

to the tyranny of social media blessed 
hyperbole saturated

biased opinions

Truth is whatever

the Supreme Algorithm

rules deserving of the most reposts

Legitimacy stirred

in a cracked septic pot
of modern cyber Vox Populi 

Knight Fall

 

In the news today...

The Noble Knight of Dudley
who gained mythical fame
during the Middle Ages
taming shrews and dragons
was arrested early this morn
in an Ye Olde Skid Row sting operation
for wench solicitation
and possession
of illegal prescription potions

Caught in the net
with his fellow smelly
peasant deviants
the disheveled
former front man
of the defunct Chivalry Gang 
these days reeks of grog vomit
and unrequited regrets

Just another tragic
displaced misfit
of mythological obsolescence
who long ago lost relevance
in this Age of Tech 

Wreck On A Wreck

 

I saw my crash before it came
in that prophetic kind of way
we all possess occasionally

But damn if I did not go in anyway
cause I thought I could take the hit
in the self delusional tradition
of dead fools
who thought they were bullet proof

Acceleration

was always this idiot's weakness

though paradoxically

it turned out to be my salvation

Seems I ain't much of a superhero

but that you already knew

Sorry for the late night phone call

The authorities had no clue

we as a couple were through

but if anyone had to come down

and claim what was left of me

it's poetic justice it was you

Peep Show Revue

 

Bumping and grinding

to a naughty symphony

playing just for us

on a buffet table top

Now tap dancing on the dessert tray

much to the outraged chagrin

of the owners of this snooty establishment

We should have stopped
and probably would have
if not for the spectator enablers
cheering us exhibitionists on

Dancing outside the lines
of proper moral propriety
in forbidden free zones
these repressed drones
can only dream of
as they live through

us now incarcerated freaks vicariously 

Check Under the Hood

 

In our Barter World

of buyers and sellers

everything and everyone

is a commodity

with a price tag attached

In this market environment 

all doors open
to the man in demand

This throwback paragon
of suave elegance
clad in tux and tails
commands respect
from the easily impressed
who not only judge
a book by its cover
they buy his slick product
with minimum
buyer beware skepticism

Ash Retention

 

Every morning
I slip into the closet
and there you are to greet me

My beloved ashes in a box

It was three years to this day

when you went away

leaving devastated me behind

with nothing

but a cremation receptacle

and plenty of memories

You wished for your remains

to be scattered into the sea
but I'm sorry
I just can't let go
and accept the permanency
of inevitable death

which visits us all eventually

I so wish it had been me first

cause every day without you

is sheer agony

Today I tell our friends
your remains stay with me
for sentimental value
but it's a cowardly alibi

to deny a grim reality

I will probably

never come to grips with

Wings of Love

 

Tonight we ride

beneath the neon stars

into the meat market breach

where fantasy possibilities meet

with soul crushing reality

Here in the hook up jungle

there exists definitive and rigid

strata of desirability

which truly inhibits

Tier Three specimens like me 

Of course my dashing pal
sits on top of the lust pyramid 

being so suave and debonair
he's a literal
irresistible chick magnet

while I gotta rely

solely on audacity

and a semi pleasant personality

In this dimly lit domain

as in life

we all have our roles to play 

Witty wing man

to Adonis I am
with a role to clear a path
for his desired mating
with the luscious

angel of his potential affection

sitting at the peak

of the desirable babe chain

gabbing with her plain hand maiden

I move in smoothly

on my divide and conquer mission

to chitchat converse
with her obstructionist friend
the personable nurse

who it turns out

is fairly cute

after a few drinks are consumed

As we get to know each other

I can't help but wonder
if my new found lovely associate

is a wing nut too

doing her deflection duty

as best we support minions can

Displaced Worship

 

We should have stopped
but it felt too good

Self control
has always been a challenge
in our relationship
that's more passion
than common sense

We should have gotten a room

or at the very least

found a more discreet place

to scratch this mutual

sensual infatuation 

Now we are incarcerated
for lewd and lascivious behavior

I guess

Church just ain't
the proper place
to physically fornicate

Seems we took today's sermon

loving thy neighbor

a little too literally 

Burnt Toast

Charred bread
burnt to a crisp again
cause I am too lazy
to get this damn toaster
repaired or replaced

Past well done
is an acquired taste
of availability necessity
as I spread a slab
of substance lubrication on
to help the mess
many would dispose of

go down a tad more smoothly

It's not bad actually
if you can manage
to adjust the flavor senses
and open your imagination
to the off the menu alternatives
served up by overcooked poetry

Last Stop

 

We should have stopped
back at the last station

that was her assigned destination
but we were both too engrossed
in the latest steamy chapter
of our serial flirtation to care

This commuter love affair
of unrequited lust

and now not too subtle innuendos
has been going on for years

The brakes on this train

are starting to wear thin

as they squeak with distress

as my stop comes and goes
 

Through the long dark tunnel

our vessel is now accelerating

at full velocity

struggling to reach the peak
which will be the climax

of yet another motion trip

Our lightly brushing bodies

both know
this trip to fantasy infidelity ends
when the gray conductor comes

and forcefully proclaims

"Last Stop"

Time for us

lost sinners to get off 

and get real

with our nowhere infatuation

Iron Pyrite

 

I didn't write this

Not a single consonant or verb

It matters not

in the grand scheme

of applied creativity
cause none of the material

crafted previously
was copyrighted legally
so we vulture plagiarists
can paste this attachment
and pawn off these words
as our own literary masterpiece

And if this replication

of another author's creation

is not well received

we need not take

the critical rebuke personally

since we did not write this trash

Not really

We only steal the glory

Tis the least we can do

At least it's not AI

Fake Tough Guys

 

I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS

Those preening warrior wannabes

Pissing on due process

Bombing frickin motor boats

while murdering the survivors

cause the ends justifies

the illegal means

to these bloviating

war criminal phonies

I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS

You know the type

Micro dick posers

Low esteem losers

threatened by women

who have the balls

they sorely lack

when they take

these cowards to task

for their weak ass ways

I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS

Oppressors of the powerless

who mock and bully those who can't fight back

to overcompensate for the strength they lack

in a futile attempt to project virility

If only these weaklings realized

true strength is found

in uplifting with compassion

This brand of real alpha men

are sorely missing

in the current regime

of testosterone challenged

FAKE TOUGH GUYS

Lonely Be the Happy

 

Sorry kids..

I have no grievances

No need
for your comfort or pity

I know that contentment
in this pit of discontent
is considered a betrayal
to the core tenet
of mass bitchiness etiquette
but my Complaint Department
is closed permanently

No need to collectively fret

Plenty of misery loves company outlets
where you can group convey

communal shared outrage

across the bitchfest

unsocial media stage

Irrelevant Elephant

 

Gathering dust
in his prison
cubicle box
sits Mr Disconnect

Perpetually dazed
he keeps up the illusion
of productivity
for no other reason
then it pays

Fuck self esteem
for this completely
functionally obsolete
corporate gelding

So far out of loop
his opinion
and existence
no longer matters

Lost on the bypass
of degraded relevancy
the dinosaur relic
plays his computer games
and watches the clock
count down his career
as the walls close in
squeezing him toward the bin
of the next inevitable Resource Action

Maybe someday
when the Great Cloud crashes
his skills will be needed again
to perform basic archaic tasks
lost on the Techie replacements
but
by then
he'll be long gone
into the abyss
of footnote memory

Forgive Thyself

 

Welcome to yet another
me esteem busting
poisoned narrative
that drip drip wrecks
already shaky self confidence

Just another fine mess
in the Book of Duress
I've crafted chapter and verse
one mistake at a time

Maybe this can be the section
of my tragic greatest hits
where I alter course
and proceed
in a more positive direction

Cut my chafed uptight ass
some much needed slack

Practice gaffe self forgiveness

Treat every disaster
as a learning experience

Turn the tear drenched page
and proceed with a dry clean slate
onward to the next adventure

In Defense of Grinchness

 

I despise
overly jolly people
on general principle
all the year round
but my animosity
toward the tyranny 
of forced frivolity
grows exponentially
during the holidays

All I ask

of the prancing elves

is that they at least

have the common decency
to temper the Kumbaya festivities
around us perceived Grinches
of Humbug sensibilities 

They can attach their judgments

to my party pooper temperament

all they wish

but I have no patience

when they look at me with pity

sitting off in the corner

texting in avoidance

of their chattering small talk nonsense

I have zero interest

in participating in

It's simply I prefer to be real

Sans Speed Bumps

 

The King For the Day
has texted a decree
that natural spoilage
has been rendered obsolete

The concept of shelf life
long a bane
of consumer existence
is no longer relevant

Hello Consequence
and it's rambunctious cousin
unintended Side Effect

Windows now close
with such hyper speed
like everything else
these micro baked days

Somber reflection time
previously slowly marinated
with thoughtful contemplation
have been accelerated
and crammed
into the scorched

blurred out sections 
afforded knee jerk reactions
compounding the frustrations
of modern fractured communications

Going with this toxic flow
is destined to hurl us off the cliff
and into the bottomless abyss
dead civilizations never come back from 

To Thine Own Bore

 

The Quasi Man

some say I am
in desperate need
of validation
can't get a sniff of relevance
in this world
which values flash over substance

Went to a Glam Session
to purchase a bushel
of artificial coolness
but twas a non starter
for this frustrated creature
who came to the realization
that I am nothing more
than a perpetual bore

Now I embrace

my monotonous core

so if you want advice

from an honest to goodness

snooze button

you drones should accept

that you're boring too 

Current Future

 

Swimming with the fish
down a free flowing stream
of electric consciousness

Bouncing off bubbles
that can only exist
in this artificial thought environment

Mother Earth keeps spinning
as we oblivious inhabitants
bullet toward the sea

All the inhibitions of yesterday
now dissipated completely
by a maelstrom of natural release
formerly damned as immorality

Time has lost all relevance
which is a scary development
for our crustacean traditionalists
who insist we drop anchor
to cling to the rapidly receding past

But their ancient hooks won't hold
cause the current now flows too strong

Our future is humming
in a complex mesh
of new wave wires
labeled the world wide net

A mocking requiem 
for the last vestiges
of human civility
that never stood a chance
against the torrent of tech inevitability 

Formula Man

 

Always gotta respect
the power of cause and effect

The relationship engine
of these two entwined
baseline variables
fuels oft complex
human interactions

So when you find
yourself of a perplexed
confused mindset
use your best available tools
to alter the root cause
of the conundrum
til you properly calibrate
the very achievable
and quite applicable
happiness equation
that can be utilized
as a go to formula
to solve 
problematic life variances 

Assigned Seat

 

I AM NOT A NUMBER!

Who the Hell am I kidding?

To the powers that be 
I'm just another blip
on a scrolling data base screen

A gnat of a stat
locked on a spread sheet
to be measured
and quantified
then fed
to the ravenous algorithm 

Gutted and marginalized
into the taste extracted ingredients
that comprise the homogenized
recipe of modern
non creative blandness

Rampant Deflation

 

That radical swami
named Blah Blah Mamdani
took a left at socialism
and docked his radical craft
with fellow traveler Marxists

as they plotted insidious plans

to wreck New York and beyond

We patriots collectively salivated
at the prospect 
of this subversive
being served up on a spit
for skewering purposes at the hands
of the Master Troller in Chief

when face to face they met

So imagine our chagrin
when our champion of America First
gave this commie his blessing
and full endorsement

How the Hell are we expected

to damage control spin
this deflating embarrassment?

Paper Tigers

 

The relentless propagandists

using all their tools

to move the proverbial needle

of public opinion

Dishing disinformation
with inhuman frequency
the well funded influencers
who now spew indistinguishable 
from the unbearable bots

They canonize the broken prophets
in social media
thought silo cathedrals

while skewering 

today's designated enemy

with incessant negative fury

Their words a futile rallying cry
to disillusioned rebels
desperately grasping for alibis
as the disjointed mob now declares war
on a disinterested real world
that long ago moved on
to more interesting distractions

Label Breakers

 

I came to this forbidden place
especially to rip away
the dire famous disclaimer
designed specifically
as a loyalty test
to forever deter rebels like me
from doing life naturally

Institutional rules and regulations
stamped on our foreheads at birth
right after they slap us in the ass

Inhibitors of behavior deemed deviant
wielded by the heavy handed
bastards of repression

Authoritarians Hell bent 
on squashing self expression
that runs contrary
to the uni thought collective

These enemies of creativity
flowing from human curiosity
only fuels pockets of non conformity
to their fascist dictates
that they must suppress

So we contrarians knowingly charge
into the obvious entrapment
set by the determined authorities
to snare us wanna be martyrs

Although the path of insurgency
can be a painful trip
we do ride with high quality company
cause Jesus was a rebel too
who tugged on the label of the Pharisees 

A Very MAGA Christmas

 

During this holiday season
of America First austerity
fret not about affordability
as what's left of your money
has been diverted

to personal survival needs

Say hello to Want and Ignorance

The MAHA famine weight loss program

will keep you healthy and lean

so insurance you poor bastards won't need

Just a few clean coal presents

to fill your tattered stockings
from the benevolent Grinch oligarchy
in this new age of Diminishing Returns

Just buy less frivolous gifts
and celebrate the true austerity meaning
of a very Trumpian Christmas

Welcome to the Golden Gilded Age 
of a very scary MAGA holiday

Oh by the way

when that dangerous

illegal alien Santa Claus

tries to sneak across our sealed border

our fearless ICE agents

will apprehend his fat ass

and ship the commie invader

back to his shit hole country

This is what you voted for

Choice Cuts

 

Doing the things
that need to be done
      
Or at least the things
we think we need

Options are weighed

Best guesses made

Life is rarely
neatly cut and dried

Doubt has an insidious way
of disabling self confidence 
      
We live with our choices

Die by residue mistakes

This is the truth of it

Actions have consequences

Better learn to deal

with the bitterness of disappointment

Or you will become
a dysfunctional
cynical denialist like me

Worst in Show

 

At our daily bitch session
in the battle for attention
I took the contrarian position
when our self pity party
devolved into it's usual pointless
boo hoo competition

Rather than playing can you top this
in the side by side
my life is worse than yours 
comparison stink test
I chose the more noble option
of counting my blessings
[meager as they may seem]
and thinking of those souls
truly less fortunate instead

Of course my altruistic plea
got my saint wanna be
ass booted off Selfish Island
by the Woe is Me inhabitants
who had zero interest
in the betterment
of the human condition 

Lighten Up Mate

 

How dour can you be
that you take this bullshit
so damn seriously?

All your panicky
sky is falling hyperbole
ain't gonna change today's reality
one damn bit

Embrace this truth of history..

All the somber blue 
boo hoo life scenarios
which may or may not come true
are gonna play out as destined
just the same without you
and your hand wringing apocalyptic predictions

So let go of the self generated strife
which ruins this grind of a trip
and start looking at the bright side
of this all too fleeting life

Serenity exists in the internal spin

as a natural alternative
when you don't have proper mood medications

Playing Apocalypse

 

In an atmosphere dimly lit

at a wobbly
three legged table
we collectively get at it

Playing the game of Anarchy
where the poorly crafted 

abstract rules

are changed daily

by the deranged game master

we never see

The only goal 
of this nihilistic contest
is to fortify your piece
so it survives
when the arm of Destiny
drops down

at a random time of it's choosing
and sweeps the players off the board

For you see in the end

my scattered all over the floor friends

Winning is the art of not losing 

A Plea For Hedonism

 

The Coalition of the Silly
has issued the following decree

written on the back

of a used 

no longer sanitary napkin

Not meant to be taken seriously
like everything else seems to be
these dwindling grim days

"Bibo ergo sum"

Translated from the Latin
my inebriated friends

"I drink therefore I am"

This of course flows

as the logical corollary

from the more celebrated

Latin phrase "Carpe Diem"

dropped by modern

quasi philosophers

forever seizing the night

looking to get laid

by impressed lassies

desperately seeking intellect

Yes my dying friends

Moderation be damned

Pour another round of cheer

A toast

for all the wasted pilgrims

assembled here 

As we collectively

curse last call inevitability

and the blasted hangover attached

for we foolish courageous souls

who dare live life to the max

One last

pro hedonism rationalization

rhyme bromide

to be spilled applied

before the bored bouncer

throws me out of here

Grab that frickin brass ring
before the bell tolls for thee 

Gotta go 

Dumb Dee Dump Dump

 

Once I've reached

my expiration date

and am no longer

a serviceable commodity

Cram my spent ass

into a big black Hefty bag

The extra stretchy

industrial kind

with the drawstrings

to be tied and sealed

Or two perhaps

for support reinforcement

as we don't want

my already decaying bodily parts

sticking out

and scaring the neighbors 

Drag my remains out to the curb  

or if my weight is too extreme

to haul comfortably

use my old little red wagon

to transport my remains     

for the curbside pickup brigade

Maybe I can be recycled

or used for fertilizer

Perhaps

the scavengers

can mine my bones

for raw materials

I won’t be offended

if my carcass is thrown out this way

Because I’ll be very dead

Which as we all know 

is a much

bigger problem