Ghost Story

 

The longer I stick around
this all too fleeting life
the more the eternal mystery
begins to hound me
as friends and family
begin dropping by the wayside

Where are we all going after we’re gone?  
               
What became of feelings that once burned strong?

Can’t even recall how we got here

What actually happens when we fade out
and eventually disappear?

Time sure is a wasting on our little game

Like a candle running out of flame
on we bit players
soon to be performing without a stage

Destined to be
scraps of memory on a worn page

The moral of our stories
stares up to us from each casket face

Don't ignore life's positive possibilities
on that trip to oblivion
faced by all humanity

Regret is such a ponderous load to carry

Outlook Attitude

 

Whenever there were clouds
the pessimists did abound
with their insipid
all too predictable 

gloom and doom pronouncements

These glass is half empty
negative purveyors
of sour disposition
really irritate me

Maybe because deep down
the jaded bitter ass
I struggle to suppress
is as toxic as they

I don't wanna be that way

though I do loathe

my fake positive facade

Erosion Tripping

 

drip...drip ...drip...

Serenades my current

compromised existence

So constant

Monotonous

Relentless
in it's dripping content

Never ever
changing the gravity beat

drip..drip..drip.. 

Medicinal insanity

It's not the last chapter
I fear anymore

It's the apathy

The monotony
suffocating my diseased soul

Smothering hope
with relentless efficiency

Recreational

chemical vacation trips
once my sanctuary
now this hospital prison

Time has eroded
those walls too
as reality closes in

Hushed voices

Furrowed expressions

No miracles today

In the end
death will be the only way
I thankfully exit

this drab torture facility

drip..drip..drip...

PAY THE PIMP

 

One steamy Summer's eve

I ascended reality's staircase

and went to bed

with only this lonely existence

to share my life with

Down on my knees I prayed

that on this night at least

I could find an angel

to share an evening of passion with

In rolled the mist

I could not see

but oh could I feel

She came to me in a dream
though so real she seemed
that I could touch her
and she me
in carnal positions

I had oft fantasized about

Such was her level of copulation expertise

This sensuous apparition

brought me

to the peak of passion repeatedly

I died and went to heaven

Not literally

Cause when

the morning after bill came

my soul was consigned
to descend to the nether region

for all eternity

Was my forever destination

worth this ejaculation price?

HELL YES !!!!!

What good

did my immaculate soul

ever do for me?

Treadmill History

 

Take solace my distraught friends

that in the end

there will be no successor

Once Supreme Leader
of this political bowel movement
gets flushed back into the sewer
his rock solid Hate Coalition
of fake Christians
emasculated misogynists
grifter opportunists
and White Power fascists
will fragment

and commence a glorious 

internal civil war

as they vow for the crown

to be the new King of the Dipshits

These power starved factions

poorly constructed

with bullshit bricks

of hate and mistrust

will collapse

and scurry like rats

back to the shadows

The millions who were duped

will meekly make excuses

and concoct the lamest of alibis

in a desperate attempt

to rationalize away their madness

while the lead sycophants

will be brought to task

for a dose of long overdue justice

Historians will be left

to sort through the rubble

and try and make sense

of these senseless times

We the survivors

of this dark chapter

will construct new guard rails

and pledge to the world

that this madness

will never happen again

But of course it will

because we just can't help ourselves

when it comes to chasing

and embracing

the latest shiny objects

Lay Away Locale

 

When you feel that itch
with the naughty bitch
you've been flirting with
in the dimly lit environment
come on down
to Motel Underground
where discretion
for your quick illicit tryst
is just a hand job away

Hourly rates do apply

The sheets are clean and dry

A wide variety

of top of the line

stimulating flicks

are there for you

and your eager mate's

sensual visual ignition desires

Major credit cards accepted
though management

strongly recommends
hard to trace cash payments

for these types

of potentially litigious 

divorce court evidence engagements

Pay For Play

 

Give me your authoritarians yearning to be free
(for a hefty fee)

Come all ye drug lords seeking immunity
(for a tribute fee)

Get your Trump Gold Card

and Pass Go immediately
(for a Bigger Better Shakedown fee)

Welcome to the United States of Bribery

where we cater exclusively

to those elites with the means

with no embarrassing questions asked

about your former illegalities

here in the New Improved

Land of the Free

if the price is right

The Dismal Science

 

Marxism 101:

Everyone gets a seat
at the banquet table

Portions will be moderated

but all will be satiated

to consume what they need

Now let's do Capitalism:

Though few are invited
and even less will be served

They tell these poor
excluded orphans
to soften the inequity
about the economic necessity
of respecting scarcity

Supply and demand
thrust down their iron boot
on the throat 
of the deprived damned
as they cruelly dangle

the proverbial carrot

of upward mobility

under the bloody noses

from we serfs

forever toiling below

At least we can take

a smidgen of solace

that the day will come

when our oppressed class 

reaches critical mass

and collectively

will rise up

and topple the smug aristocrats

on their gilded asses

Genesis Ass Reboot

 

When the clouds rolled in

and dominated the sky
we thought nothing of it
since these solar obstructions
had always ridden

the prevailing breeze

and moved on in the past 

Now that we've achieved

this perpetual state 

of atmospheric stagnation

the sun has abandoned us

and taken a permanent vacation

The sky has become barren

like all formerly living vegetation

that once populated

the lush landscape we took for granted

Natural warmth and light

The source of all life

now has to be

artificially recreated

in massive packed bunkers

far beneath the Earth's

desolate frozen surface

Some of a scientific bent

long derided by the masses

as alarmist subversives

blamed centuries

of planetary abuse

as the root cause

of our man made catastrophe

At this point

of Humanity's depressed state

no one wanted to be lectured

by "told you so" professors

rubbing our collective faces

in the mess above we did make

So by popular decree

the Cult of Science

became the focal point of blame

and all the ministers of Climate Change

were rounded up in chains

Cast out and sentenced

to life imprisonment

on the tundra surface gulag

away from our now proclaimed

Bunker Paradise 

Muzzled Misfit

 

Once again they committed me
quite forcibly
to my second home,
the State Mental Institution

My crime was acting inappropriately
in a public library
so I was wrongfully incarcerated
on the trumped up charges
of disturbing the peace

My stirring defense

was this world
is already disturbed
and desperately needs

Shakespearean enlightenment
 
Today my stage

is this new prison venue
where I perform daily
my tour de force Hamlet soliloquy
to a captive audience
of fellow social deviants

A shackled prisoner of my time am I

who is forbidden

by a repressive society

to be what I am meant to be

Now I know how Jesus felt on the cross

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

Chafing Armor

 

The fair damsel
of virtuous intent
invited me
the object of her affection
to the National Joustfest

As a leading aficionado
of old school 

antiquated masculine chivalry
I was now obligated
to risk my fair ass
fighting to the death
an equally dented

iron clad man
I had zero quarrel with
over yet another lame tradition

with minimal benefit

to the bloodied winner

since the chaste maiden

is fully committed to chastity

I wonder if the bitch makes exceptions?

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