Respect the Streak

 

Every day

is a spin of the wheel

A roll of the dice

in the crap shoot of life 

Best push your chips in
with brazen confidence

The odds never favor
those who gamble
with that tramp Desperation

But please be advised
Lady Luck
is a volatile mistress
who cruelly punishes
winning streak arrogance
if you take for granted

even for a minute
this fickle vixen
and treat her
with any hint of disrespect

She will dump your ungrateful ass

then hop in her limo

that only winners get to ride

after she has bled Loser you dry

Spin Cycle

 

I am

The Rationalization Man

Grand Master of Spin

Connector of transitions

Twister of narratives

Armed with a creative

mishmash philosophy
for every occasion
to power my vast array 
of coping devices
I need to survive
my oft senseless life

Chaos can be contained
but never ever tamed

Respect all that is broken

for it was once whole

Just like we used to be

Sodom and Gomorrah Reboot

 

We as a species can be
so full of ourselves

Our human breed
so recently evolved
in the grand scheme

Forever primitive
at heart

Neanderthal urges
seep through
our civilized veneer
unrestrained

and yet...

because we
currently dominate
we craft
thoughts and lofty
philosophies

from atop the food chain
while our hubris
proclaims
the absolute divinity
of man

Masters of all we survey

The known
and unknown too

Centuries
of theology
now dismissed
as bullshit voodoo

Today we pray
from the prayer tablet
of scientific schematics

Flow chart
rationalizations
dominate every conversation

As if we can logically
analyze all the daily
calamities of modern life
we have created

Answers never
to be found
within the confines
of spreadsheet analysis

Cause our arrogance
won't allow us
to accept
you never
ever
pick a fight
with God

There are no random accidents

Every tragedy comes
with a divine price tag attached

Just fire and brimstone
payback retribution
cast down
at we of misplaced faith
as the pissed off Lord
goes old school
on his petulant children

A Tale of Two Calendars

 

We slaves to tech
always check
the pixel stream
of our omnipresent flat screen
to verify the time
down to the micro second

Every day
wears a number
assigned by the calendar
way before
the advent of the machine

Do you recall
when months used to hang
quite primitively
from kitchen walls?

Each flat date
neatly squared
and assigned
so you could 
squish notate
reminder events

Life sure did seem
to move much slower then 

Yesterday rolled
Stone Age technically
yet in a quaint
bucolic Norman Rockwell sense

I do so miss this lost 

inefficient innocent existence

Looking Down on Myself

 

I never trended
like I did
when I was suicidal

Never felt more alive
and validated
out on the ledge
looking down
on my fellow
desperate peasants
begging me not to fly

Cause I can't you know

Though their pleas

for me to respect

the power of gravity

was all for show

Those voyeur bastards

with their hand held

recording devices

pointed in my direction

were aching for me to leap

Praying their posts go viral

and they become flash stars

on the social media platform

For that moment of glory

over my dead body

Tragedy always trends

But fuck them

if they think

I will accommodate

their ghoulish needs

to aid and abet

their second hand

fame quest

based on my bloody death

I'd rather die alone

in my bed anonymously

then have my squashed corpse

be clickbait

for attention starved strangers

every bit as pathetic as me

Sparklers in the Rain

 

... and the Gods cried 
when Prometheus
the original tech icon
stole flame
and gave man a chance
to culturally advance

Fire changed everything ...

Providing warmth and comfort
from the harsh elements

That glow of security
which illuminates
the dreaded night

Fire changed everything ...

Searing heat
forging the swords

Newer and better weapons
of quick efficient destruction

Implements perfected
for the tearing of flesh

The flame lit torches
to let us pillage and burn
our charred enemies

Create a funeral pyre
rising to the heavens
to honor our recently dead

Fire changed everything...

For better for worse

A blessing and a curse

In many ways
fire is like love
the flames which consume
is such a wondrous creation

Wreaking blazing devastation 
and exquisite beauty
throughout the inferno of human history

We the bastard offspring
of heat based generation

The sparkling legacy
of Prometheus and Aphrodite

These terrifying contradictions

Both splendidly deadly addictions

We can't seem to live without

Suck It

  

Scattered socks and shoes
strewn across my floor
on my debris art canvas

Shredded clothes clutter the scene
melding with container remnants
of devoured deliveries past
as my vacuum lies dormant
in the corner
cursing my reckless sloppiness

Powerless to perform
its designated task
to conquer this accumulated mess

Any one obstacle 
could certainly clog
the narrow suction chute
designed ingeniously
to bag loose dust particles

I know I gotta get off my planted ass
and somehow clear a viable path
to unleash the dust sucking beast
and reclaim my next to godly cleanliness
lest my very existence be condemned
for the life crime of abject messiness 

Served Well Done

This plea

may get me kicked off the team
but I am sick of the mindless
reflex acrimony 

of the current combat politics

Just once in our bitter existence
can we choose the high road
and praise our sworn enemy
when they manage to get something right?

Maybe a little positive reinforcement
will someday be returned
and this cosmic rift between us
can commence to be resolved

Hatred need not be binary

Marriage Apocalypse

 

Off we trudge to therapy
in one last ditch effort
to fill in our rift
with well meant
couple's analysis

Alas..

This gaping chasm
the depth of the Grand Canyon
took decades to excavate
and will not be filled
with three court mandated
45 minute sessions a week
to salvage our sunk relationship

We should sell tickets

to our bloodletting sessions

as a forewarning public service lesson

to those considering marriage

The Can Knots

 

Here in Stagnation
the story line
does not advance

The plot
is stuck in neutral
as we rev our engines
yet go nowhere

Fear of progress
is the derailing intent
of those status quo bozos
with all their obstructions
and unreal expectations

designed to inhibit

our natural evolution

Teen Beat

 

She hurts inside
yet no one believes

Probably a teen
angst thing

She'll outgrow it

Pay her cries
no mind

You know how
hormonal teens can be

How could
an innocent kid
harbor that much misery?

Found her Daddy's gun
in an unlocked drawer

Made for another 
awful news blip

She's gone now

Just one more
teen suicide stat
that no one took seriously
until after the tragic fact

  

Supplying Demand

 

We broke into the iron compound

formerly impregnable 
to steal what we could fence

Their motion sensors
rendered useless

by our cleverness
cause we are high tech pirates
and they be no match
for our 21st Century toys

The dinosaur panicans

just spent a fortune
on the latest anti theft gadgets
that we sold them at a premium
as we profit from both ends
of the criminal market

we create

then prevent

then break again

Gotta love Vulture Capitalism

Absorption

 

GO TIME

Yet again

Why?

Don't ask

This is inevitable

Fate based

Divine creation

Why not?

Submerge logic based reservations

Drown contentions

This is acceptance

This is compliance

Thank you for your capitulation

Dust Bin Eulogy

 

Our bodies
are but biodegradable shells

bobbing in a churning sea

that stretches past forever

But of course it doesn't

There's always an end point

Dust to dust someday
though our actions
here on Earth
will linger
far beyond the grave

You and I
have more impact
on the stream

that feeds Eternity
than it seems
even though
after we are through
we footnotes
won't be in any position
to hear our reviews

Go Bold or Stay Home

 

The Lunar Obstructionists
craft a blueprint for the eclipse
as a statement protest
of it's illumination suppression
by oblivious solar power merchants

What ignorant 
reactionary commentator 

opinionated fools
view as a radical act of betrayal
is in fact
the only way
the desperately oppressed
can ever get a sliver
of global attention

And spare me

the going through proper channels

means of addressing grievances bullshit

These were long ago tuned out

Aggressive activism

is the only effective way

these fragmented 

communications days 

Venom Depleted

 

Sorry kids..

I have no grievances to share today

No need
for your comfort or pity

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

No need anymore
to collectively fret

Life's too frickin short

At least it is now for me

Do not curse my absence
my gloom and doom friends

Plenty of other
misery loves company outlets
where you can group convey
communal shared outrage
across this bitchfest
unsocial media stage