Misunderstanding All You See

 

Prolonged exposure

to the hard core ignorance

prevalent these contentious days

will greatly constrict depth perception

and tragically narrow your senses

So you best open those eyes

See the fallacies of hard core lies

Allow the light of knowledge

to penetrate the entrenched darkness

that feeds human ignorance

Do a little self education

Become an enlightened citizen

THIS IS THE WAY 

Bloody Musing

 

Mirror mirror
on the ceiling

Tell me
tell me
what I'm feeling

Can you sense my seething rage?

Childish over reacting you say?

I'm playing the part of drama queen?

THAT'S SO UNTRUE !!!

Do I need to pop a cap into you?

Now you mock me and say I'm bluffing!

A flat slab of frickin glass
dares question my sincerity!!!

 (BANG) (CRASH)

Mirror mirror
now shattered on the floor
and all over my bloodied body

Does self reflection
really matter
with a head now hemorrhaging profusely 
and a perspective totally splattered?

I do know this much going forward...

Self reflection can be dangerous

So no more hazardous props required
when I dare to self inquire 

Wizard Droppings

 

The Three in One
Bigger Better Man implant
created by

your benevolent corporate friends
here at TechWiz
is a major upgrade
of our flawed species
so riddled with organic defects

The bionic AI brain
can be programmed custom fit
to process your thoughts

with maximum speed and efficiency

It's titanium heart
is an unbreakable work of art
with a guaranteed
beat warranty of three centuries

You will also roll with zero fear
so the device can be utilized
as an effective tool
when courage is needed

Order now and for no extra charge

we will throw in
the latest tech development
in penile enhancement

We know your special someone

will surely appreciate this

The entire human refurbishment package
will make a great Christmas gift 
as our clever scientists

continue to accelerate

the too slow evolutionary process 

Respect the Counterattack

 

Your sword of betrayal
pierced my exposed heart
and left me a bloody mess

Forever shattering
my naive shield of innocence

You left me for dead
but bitterness
brought me back

Round One 
was dominated by you
as I slumped 
dazed and confused
against the blood stained ropes

but I knew
your offensive energy
had all been spent

Pay back time for me
with interest
was about to commence
in Round Two

A word of advice
for my soon to be vanquished
and forgotten foe

Next time you choose
to do a cheap shot
blind side attack
against a defenseless victim
put them completely away
with your first
sucker punch blow
cause as surely

as night turns to day
they will rise up
and pummel back your smug ass
with nothing to lose 

vengeful desperation

Corrode Trip

 

Hi!! Ho!!

Hi!! Ho!!

Off to Sodom Town we go
to satisfy
our bodily needs

Bring your roll of green

Pluck a poppy obscene

Find the street corner
chemistry professor man

Peddling pixie dust
smiles by the gram

Drop a nickel or dime

Not too expensive
considering the high

Ingest a victimless crime

Guaranteed flight

Pretty colors everywhere

Warm buzz ignites

Sirens blare

Flashing lights

Hospital bound

Bring it down

Another junkie to repair

Pump out the poison

Damn
the damage is extensive

This one needs a body bag

A parting souvenir
from the Killer Klowns
of Sodom Town 

Shade Dispenser

 

Before I became
the black cloud I am today
I used to care deeply
about my fellow man

Filled with a sense of empathy
and feelings of empowerment 

Naive me
actually believed that I mattered

People would listen
with great respect
for my every profound utterance

But alas 
the world was too wrapped up
in it's own cynical agenda

Made me and my noble intentions
feel foolishly irrelevant

Now I chirp satirically irreverently

A humor shield
defense mechanism
from ever being hurt again
the way open hearts always do

A bitter mockingbird
hopping around
with clipped wings
and a rotten attitude

Bumble Beastie

 

Take pity
on the Joker in Chief
and his cackling minions
whose main priority
is not governing
cause they really suck at that

Their whole pathetic existence
is now performative trolling
which long ago 
ceased being effective
when it became so overplayed
it devolved into parody
of a toothless monster
no longer scary 

Now the world laughs

and mocks the exposed loser 
which triggers

the accelerated madness
of the desperately insecure
and emotionally fragile

feckless fraud 

Off Lining

 

In my current non connectivity

static state of locked out panic 

I seek remedy for my ignorance

by interfacing with enlightened

tech gurus of the 21st Century

Scrolling through

the assistance thickets

I click on a support link

that may be my restoration ticket

to connectivity happiness

Surely one of these mystical 

modern day Brahmins

can restore my connection

to cyber civilization

After hours of futility

failing to communicate

with these mystics

due to my lack of fluency

in the new computer terminology 

off the grid me

had an epiphany

I DON'T NEED THIS

I was so much happier

in the slower paced

the primitive pre-techy era

Now I live life unplugged

off the invasive grid

Perhaps someday

you will go overload too

and come join me

for a cup of coffee

and human conversation

at that quaint cafe

down by the lake

Self Edit Directive

 

Right now
my blood alcohol level
is more booze than plasma
so I gotta confess
I am typing under the influence
so please excuse
this poetic incoherence
though cynics would say
I write better this way

While that stinging critique
is pretty damn funny
my instincts yell
this post won't age well
and will be probably
deleted come morning

That's if I manage to recall
in my self induced 
hung over fog state
that I ever wrote
such a muddled mess
in the first place

Fortunately for me

nobody reads my shit anyway

So what the Hell are you doing

literary slumming here?

Knot Out

 

I find
early morning unraveling
of the knots I crafted yesterday
extremely therapeutic and relaxing

Releasing the pressure

on my jammed up brain

has become

a mental health necessity

The slow methodical
deknotting process
is also a great way
to review and learn
from the mistakes
that we accidently did create
embedded deep
in our tangled life complications

Bitter Compost

 

When we Boomers do convene
in our non tech sanctuaries
there's a general grumpy consensus
that the younger generation
are spoiled entitled brats
who lack proper appreciation
for the ancient ways
we rose colored
geezer gazers 
rolled with
in the simpler "good old days"

It almost seems
these petulant kids
can't wait 
for our bitter 
dinosaur asses to die out

In the coming too soon tomorrow
it will be their turn
when they go gray
to one day congregate
in their damn chat rooms
(which will be as outdated as they)
and rag on the faults
of the lazy good for nothing
future Generation Whatever
about a general lack of respect
for their perpetually pissed
out dated elders

When Karma does even the score
we now content ghosts of the past
will collectively be laughing our asses off 

Rainbow Hunters

 

Call me simplistic

Label me naive
but I've finally
realized
after all these years
of soul crushing disappointments
the key 
to happiness
is to NOT rush the process

Joy cannot be forced

Just live

Just love

Let life settle
and fall into 

it's natural place
at it's own pace
and stop
forever chasing
the antiquated concept
of fairy tale 
happily ever after endings

That frog you perpetually kiss

will never transform

into a perfect prince

but there exists out there

a perfectly suitable mate

to settle down with

if you let it 

Life is a one step at a time journey

Classified Jollies

 

Our inside joke

was so private

no one else in this dour joint

got the jolly point

or saw the humor

only we shared...

Strange looks

and rolled eyes

was their reflex reaction

of collective group ignorance...

Not that we cared

that our warped brand of comedy

was mutually laughter inclusive...

Together we have journeyed

far beyond the staid propriety

that unfortunately

defines the current grim reality...

Butt seriously..

Poking and pushing back

at the forces of oblivious absurdity

keeps this all too often

very scary ride semi-interesting

A must for any shared

successful long term relationship

with a fellow traveler

For you see...

Love surely is done

when you lose the smiles

that attracted you way back when

and you both forget how to have fun 

Shunned Squad

 

2..4..6..8..10..11

11?

Guess I'm the odd man out again

They tell me sorry

No match for me

Banished to the leftover pile
with all the other undesirable
unloved misfit mutants

Maybe social isolation

is a blessing

in such a shallow

cruelly judgmental

exclusionary environment 

I Am the Nutman

 

Little me

used to request constantly

to chef Mommy

not to include nuts

in with the brownie mix

My plea was always nixed

cause she controlled

the applied ingredients

that comprised the final product

she would create

An early valuable life lesson

served up on a plate

You can't always get what you want

You gotta learn to adapt

and make the best

of less than optimal situations

By the way

today I am

a steadfast nut man

A compromised product

of my childhood environment

Fly By Night

 

High in the irreverent sky
we flock of inebriated loons
flying out of formation

It's just one of those untucked nights
beneath the buzzing neon moon

Inhibitions are suspended

Rules of engagement upended

Social norms we are destined

to rationalize away
when natural urges take sway

Free styling all the way

Life is all about

accumulating laughs

to store as memories for sustenance

during future storms

No fretting about consequence
til the morning after
cleanup crew arrives
to shame and lecture
those of us hung over unfortunates
who somehow managed to survive
the moral busting carnage
of the liberating evening 

Hacker Attacker

 

The Hacker Attacker
has penetrated all firewalls !!

Infiltrated the master server !!

Damn that Network Infector !!

Curse the anonymous cyber assassin !!

Injecting viral chaos
over the now defenseless internet
as screens all over the globe
are now hopelessly locked

Communication sources severed

Our glorious tech devices
reduced to expensive paper weights

The fiend is wreaking web havoc
for reasons unknown
though authorities do suspect
the heartless genius rogue
is a pimply faced loner
operating out of Mom’s basement

It’s always the social outcasts
you have to watch out for
when their frustrations explode

Just another tragic case
of good brains gone bad

Freelance Dancer

 

Freelance dancer
putting down
moves on the floor
never seen before

Improvising performer
with the creative feet
has been known to fall
on his face
but that's OK

No harm done
cause the thrill
and possibility
of humiliating disaster
tis all part
of the freelance charm
to we wallflowers in awe 
of such unrestrained bravery

Plea For Mercy

 

You cut me to the core
when you malign my verses

They lack polish obviously
and often stray
from any semblance
of coherent thought
but gimme a break
it's my frickin therapy !!

Tis the only vent outlet I have
cause booze makes me puke
and mood meds
are just too damn expensive

So hate away
on my amateur poetry
but I would greatly appreciate it
if you could show some compassion
and do your literary critiques silently

Thank you for your attention 

Voice Over Easy

 

You know my enemy

That sly insidious
vice whisperer extraordinaire 
of a persuasive bent
taking up residence 
in your easily influenced head
that gets you to do
what you know
deep down
you should not do

Those clever rationalizations
that sugar coat temptation
making them go down easy

Say hello to Dr Satan

Purveyor of feel good prescriptions

And you certainly
know me

I'm that feeling
in your heart that
tugs at your soul

That nagging doubt
when you do the mischief
your heart screams
you should not do

I am your conscience

Defender of your soul

Excavator of buried morality

I am God

The one flaw in my design
(at least the angels say so)
is the free choice
I installed in man eons ago

I beg to differ

My faith
in this product 
of my divine creation
remains eternally steadfast

As do my lofty expectations

Last Call Serenade

 

As our blurry retrospective
mercifully fades to black
the realization hits us
there's no going back

Yesterday can finally
be completely
unequivocally

buried

No more need
for these rose colored specs

Our delusional

eternity tokens

have all been spent 

Time to get ready
for the exit ramp up next
on the road to mortality

And so it goes by friends

All good, bad, and indifferent
things come to an end

Last one out

please turn out the lights

prior to final departure 

Connection Game

 

On the top tip 
of the hook up pyramid
sits my probably unattainable
fantasy angel

Reigning over her domain
the queen of the scene
sips her inhibition loosening potion
with that quiet confidence
this hungry man finds irresistible

From down below
I formulate my action plan
to connect with this feminine dream

Armed with suave intentions
I move in
with my time tested
interaction pitch
but
her polite smile
and sultry eyes
immediately
throws me off my game

My best laid presentation
is reduced instantly
to a clumsy advance
saturated with cheap
cliched pick up lines

Her disdain of my existence
is readily apparent
as the heart shattering bitch
(she's probably a lesbian)
conveys no way
she'll ever wanna play
with a limp dick like me

To save us both
further embarrassment
I quickly execute 
a shameful retreat
to Losers Corner
where I regroup
seeking solace
from my merciless
currently gelded friends
who brutally mock
(as only buddies can do)
my "She's out of your league"
crash and burn
voyage to the stars

Such are the perils
of manned relationship flight
as I now set my sights
on that crimson haired beauty
from another galaxy 
who looks a little lonely tonight...

Timing is everything in love and life 

Self Boosting Shooting

 

This damn obsession
weighing me down

to keep adding
more
lines
past closing time
is nothing more
than a pointless compulsion
to fill in
all the blank spaces

It's this fear of emptiness
that fuels
the minimal self confidence
I have always had
in my perceived

(or maybe justified)
inadequate talents
as an artist

Either way...

THIS IS ME...

So...

FUCK LOW SELF ESTEEM 

Defending Boundaries

 

Spoiled rotten
is the metaphor du jour
where not only
does the stench fit
it serves as a pungent
cautionary tale

Though only a character
of literary
and cinematic fiction
the petulant brat
Violet Beauregarde
is an oft all too real template
for a major parenting epic fail

The word "NO"

is not always a negative

when applied to children

and self indulgent adults

not accustomed

to much needed

reasonable boundaries

Infrastructure Rupture

 

Stepping into
the broken facade
of our daily decay

Shoes will be soaked
yet again
in our pointless race
to the bitter end

Socks gonna get soggy
by these man made lakes
wear and tear did create

Tears of frustration
permeate these potholes
we gotta navigate every day

Twisted my ankle
cause I misjudged the depth
of the canyon
whose bottom I could not see

This murky cracked environment
keeps the truth perpetually unclear

Now I lay here
writhing in agony
as indifferent pedestrians
step over and around me

This dangerous abyss
really needs to be fixed
by the people in authority
whizzing by us
in their expensive
high end vehicles
which in reality
caused these dangerous craters
in the first place 

Happiness Tripping

 

There will be no full contrition
until we reach
the Gates of Desperation 

When depleted of all options
the view becomes crystal clear
from whence we came
as does the path

to our future
final landing destination

The trip through Depression
can be exceedingly bleak
but you'll never find
elusive Happiness
without first successfully
traversing the Blues 

Neptune Rising

 

When Neptune gets horny
he thinks nothing
of seducing a fair mermaid
by promising to turn them human...

Exhibit A
that even Gods will say
anything to get laid..

After the spent Neptune
banged the gullible maiden

doggy style
he turned her expectant ass 

into a flounder..

No quid pro quo

post epic sex show..

Not the girl princess 
like he had promised..

So in the end
he screwed
the now pissed victim fish
twice in one day

Now she regales

her flounder girl friends

the cautionary tale

of her quick tryst

with the God of the Sea

who now exists

on that infamous list

of asshole men

who can never be trusted

And as a bitter cherry on top

she adds in the rating disclaimer

that the selfish bastard

wasn't that good in the sack

There Be No Accidents

 

Our once sturdy craft
which has seen better days
really has no business
navigating galactic transit
through the wormhole portal anymore

Federation budget cuts

to the much needed

maintenance budget

have been totally decimated

along with safety protocols

whose standards

have also been lowered

by laissez-faire conservatives

A trade off deemed necessary

to satiate the wealthy

who can never seem to have

enough stuff

But I digress

Meanwhile

back to a reality

increasingly hazardous

With each perilous trip
the odds of success shrink
as the Captain
swigs yet another drink
and accelerates
toward we passengers

inevitable fiery fate

Red lights flash

Sirens blare

Explosion imminent

The powers that be

need not be concerned

about post crash push back

because they control

not only the narrative

but the corporate media shills

who will pin this tragedy

on the go to scapegoat enemy

the immigrant alien Klingons

Bread and Circuses

 

We came not for the show
but the bloody spectacle
of our existence dissolution

Nasty beasts were released
to assist the thought police
in canceling all contrarian dissent

In fact anyone deemed different
of appearance or opinion
were labeled as threats
and caught in the net
of state sanctioned repression

Once the complicit population
shaken from former indifference
was worked into a sufficient frenzy
our extinction ticket was punched

Down on the arena floor

even the predators of this feast know
the blood thirsty spectators above
cheering down on today's carnage
will soon enough one day
be their future squealing lunch

"Quod severis metes" 

The Back of the Shelf Gang

 

Pots and pans...

Shadow dwelling
in the corners of irrelevance...

For they have fallen
out of rotation
cause the recipes
that once defined them
and gave them purpose
have lost their appeal
to the current 
plastic generation
who are clueless
about all the great
ancient taste sensations
they are missing out on

with their microwave sensibilities 

These pots and pans
now all too well understand
what it is to be lonely
and unappreciated...

Victims of ignorance
and forced uselessness...

They will endure long lives
with only memory sustenance
to sustain them
in the soul sapping bitterness
of unjust functional obsolescence 

Prey Power

 

The ravenous predator
chases it's fleeing prey
for the expressed purpose
of doing the food chain today

The fed up victim
gets really pissed
by it's shitty role in this
unfair death to dinner transaction

Out of sheer
nothing to lose desperation
to level this inequitable situation
he enlists
a few dozen
of his equally distressed friends
to mutually defend
against the tyranny 
of the so called
traditional natural order

Strength in numbers
ain't no myth
as the power
of a motivated
well organized collective
can level the odds
in this very rigged game

Wag The Kennel

Fear not the hyperbole

Every shriek

is merely a terror embellishment

This blood letting

from our little theater

of the Distorted Truth

should not be taken seriously 

For you see

Panic is baked into the script
for dramatic effect
as we writers of low fiction
seek to spotlight deflect
away from a reality

far more scarier
happening in the shadows stage right

The paid players on stage
are performative characters

doing roles they were assigned

by our crack propaganda team

More bark than bite

The entertainment for tonight

Tomorrow will bring

an all new contrived disaster crisis

as today's fireworks fizzle out

Gotta keep it fresh

It's just a show kids

Thanks for your attention

Light Deprived

 

Time is the enemy
against illumination
and the advancing dimness
growing fainter by the day

Batteries now dead

Out of replacements

Bye bye flashlight

Candles totally useless
for they are only decorative

Hello terrors of perpetual night
 
The deepest blackness
envelopes unprepared us

In our dormant instincts
we must now trust
to navigate this insidious darkness

Using internal senses
we never knew we had
to somehow survive
until we can rediscover
the precious light of life

The Last Flower

 

Dazed and confused
our hero once self assured
stumbles in the midst
of this endless eclipse

All comforting assumptions
about the power of truth
and justice
have been choked off
by the clinging
advancing ivy vines
rising from the muck
of unregulated

shit fertilized ignorance

Weary from battle
the defeated optimist 
lies down
and becomes consumed
by the unrelenting growth
of cynical hatred

Now hopelessly lost

deep in the thickets

of today's dominant

negative mindset

Jamming Justice

 

Here at yet another crime scene

cops push back gawking onlookers

to restore the illusion

of law and order..

“Nothing to see here“

the bullhorn voice proclaims..

But of course there is always 

the post mortem after party

of somber pseudo analysis

and freak show souvenirs

to be mass dispensed..

We are all accomplices..

We are all victims..

Playing out criminality

on perpetual loop..

Rotating roles

as the script dictates..

Allegations roll incessant..

Innocence is subjective..

Guilt irrelevant..

Justice but a stale buffet

of bitter leftover concept scraps

the big money boys

devour like a wolf pack

to satiate their ravenous needs