Down Elevator

 

Everywhere

Nowhere

And anything in between

Such a fucking immense

abstract concept

breeding uncertainty demons

rattling around within

our cluttered 

overwhelmed heads

Feeding the screech

is now a full time task

Discordant notes are we

in the original 

grand symphony scheme

spawned randomly

from the Big Bang loins

of the space/time continuum

Or maybe

our Universe

once had a maestro conductor

who got bored

or disillusioned

to such an extent

they put their craft

on auto pilot?

A background Muzak

distraction serenade 

on a 

falling

elevator

to oblivion

The Book of Rigid

 

When self righteous
holier than thou types
descend from the mountain
with their chiseled truths
and moral imperatives
take a crowbar
to their closed minds
and remind them
that all unbending
absolute
stone monuments
to stubborn dogma 
erode over time

As they will preach
with clenched teeth
that old time gospel
from the dusty books
printed by Gutenberg 
centuries before

So very time insensitive
to the swirling
behavioral vagaries 
of the text age

Adapt or die

Why don't those pious

pseudo dinosaurs ever listen?

Off the Board

 

Place your bets
with arrogant confidence

The odds rarely favor
those who roll with desperation

But be advised
Lady Luck
is such a fickle mistress

I took her on a date
to the equine bank
for a major withdrawal

The allure 
of the race track
would surely 
put my love in the mood

Playing the odds

Letting it ride
on the swiftest Pegasus

Here they come in a line

The post parade on display

to assist the gambling congregation
of rogues and degenerate sinners
with the task of anointing a winner

Fortunately for me
I got a hot tip
from a guy
with knowing eyes
who knew 
someone
who
knew something

Inside dope

Telling whispers

The stuff of glorious fantasies

So I bet it all
on the gray
Number 5
on the program

And they're off!!

Once around the loop
they make their fateful trip

A thunderous cacophony
of hammering hooves 
pounding the oval strip

Down the stretch
the screams of dreamers
bring them home

Photo finish!!!

We live and die
by chance
and all the
vagaries
of circumstance

Today I died

Took a fall
on a sure thing
that wasn't
so sure
after all

Lady Luck took her limo
and returned to her palatial home

While I trudged back
to my humble shack
broke and alone

Night Fall

 

Late night soft shoe
doing my best Fred Astaire

Using illuminating starscape
to deftly navigate
the eternal nocturnal stage

Just when I finally find
the elusive celestial groove
I trip and stumble
over that cruel
seemingly innocuous
moonbeam again
all the while pretending
my unscripted tumble
was part of the act

Fortunately
for humiliated me
this tragic scene 
was played out
in the middle of nowhere

So only the darkness
would bear witness
to yet another embarrassment  
in my modest life
of perpetual awkwardness

Thy Own Seffie

 

Here in that
grand chasm
between my ears
where fear
and
ignorance reside

I seek to bridge
knowledge gaps
through any
and all means applied

Used to seek
chemical
enlightenment
but the crash
just was not
worth the high

So now I'm back
in the hole
from whence
I began

Struggling to live
with this ignorant
personal enigma
I may be destined
to never fully understand

Individual Portion

 

The elusive enigma
defies classification

Constantly analyzed

Always subject to interpretation

Arbitrarily categorized
to be conveniently defined
by the label making assholes
self assigned 
who drive opinions
in our pigeon hole society

The perpetual curse
of the rogue individual
who is uniquely inclined
to exist freely
outside the walls
of repressive conformity

Ode to Guru

 

From his perch high above the clouds

the great ancient guru contemplates

the meaning of life

in all it’s many mysteries

Mining truth and ever elusive faith

in continuous darkness

A girl named Epiphany drops by

bearing the gift of sweet revelation

that the older we get

the less we know

For every day is a unique situation

until the sum experience accumulation

overwhelms the soul's capacity

to store and sort truth

from misguided faith

State of Flux

 

Driving down Dizzy Street
I took a turn for the worse

Navigated right off the damn map
to a far out place

I could not comprehend  

    
The road sign was spinning rapidly
making the blur of words
impossible to read

 
So I started rotating myself
with equal velocity
for some much needed
parallel perspective

Only then could I understand                                
the meaning
of the formerly
muddled message
“WELCOME TO DISORIENTED”

Now I knew exactly 
where I was
and more importantly
how to navigate back
to the place
from whence I came

All I had to do to rectify
my untenable situation
was to apply
the physics of perspective
and angular velocity
to achieve the desired
perceptual stabilizing effect

Or I could just keep drinking
til I pass out

Tree Toppers

 

We the mega cool 
chosen people
of the realm
do proclaim
the absolute divinity
of whatever absurdities
we choose to cram down
your sheep throats today

We ultimate influencers
are forever
trending upward
as you breathlessly
and faithfully cheer on
our every nonsensical utterance
in perfect zombie unity

You are
the fanatical base
from which our power flows

Though we damn well know
you hostage fools
stealthy pray for the day
we usurpers are gone

It's why we constantly
drop these absurdities
as tests of loyalty
to weed out those
whose undying devotion
may be wavering

Sensitive Content Poetry

 

The Collector
of slights, insolence,

and impertinence
conducts his analysis
through the filter
of potential prejudice

Every disrespect projected
be they real,imagined,

or of a comedic bent
is meticulously examined
for subliminal opinion violations
of the politically correct
dogmatic mindset

The Collector

renders his final judgment

on this topic quite subjective

based on his own personal biases

since a definitive comprehensive

rule book on censorship

has yet to be written 

This sworn enemy of parody

and freedom of expression

swears he performs his duties

for our own moral protection

Fuck him and the nag of hypocrisy

the control freak bastard

rode in on

Blessed Be Utility

 

Time to apply

a little cost/benefit analysis

like the good bean counter I be

to a nagging after party mystery

When we die
and step into
that bright
etheral light
that warmly glows
for all eternity
it makes 
me ponder
what Heaven's
electric bill must be

God only knows

Species We

 

Homo sapiens

The current dominant
planetary species

Civilized controllers
of the realm

We fancy ourselves
as highly evolved
rational creatures
but underneath
our pretty garments
and beneath
the cocky facade
exists scared
soft and pink
fragile creatures
equipped with only
slick tech weaponry

Long removed
from the
jungle primordial

We evolved rapidly 
up
the food chain

Destruction came easily
to us skilled predators

Dominating 
with an attitude
of smug superiority
but in reality
deep down 
we still be
scared soft and pink
fragile mammal animals

Wreckless stewards
of an
ailing planet
we are failing
that will one day
bury and make extinct
the current
foolish lead species

Check Out Time

 

I have been duly advised
by the concerned management
of this prestigious establishment
to keep my demons on a leash

Failure to obediently acquiesce 
will result in the harshest punishment
that a pauper of my limited means
can ill afford to compense
the grasping global conglomerate
who owns all us pawns

Shrunken Trolls

 

Our trollish leadership's rep
as masters of slash and burn
is well earned

as evidenced
by the many owned scalps they display

on their bloody wall

of vanquished opponents

Of course today
they are victims 

of diminishing returns

as their intended targets
have evolved thick skins
and no longer give a shit
about the trolls

increasingly desperate
short of the mark shots

 

Static Soup

 

Here I go
ranting away incessantly
to friends and foes
from my crumbling soapbox
in a designated section

of an empty public park

since fresh air nourishment

is so out of vogue...

Pissing into the wind again...

Bitter splash back
drenches my frustrated face...

Nobody cares
about my insightful views...

This only reinforces
my chronic negativity

about the decline of humanity...

Fast approaching is the day
when I will forever go away...

The last of the speech making breed...

Orators gone the way of dinosaurs...

Replaced by faceless

text purveyors who value

view volume over substance

Will the indifferent world miss me

and we who celebrated the spoken word?

Probably not

Swipe left 

Adult Requirements

 

Distressed pots and pans
lie dormant in the sink

Starting to pile up

A mountain of dirty dishware

of our own creation

They all gotta be

hand cleaned

and dried meticulously

Those are the rules

Not a joyous task

For the dishwasher is down

and there is no excess capital

laying around

to fix this convenience properly

So it falls on me
as it often does
to do the mundane drudgery
we were all signed up for
when we became

responsible adults

Excuse me

I gotta go make my frickin bed