Reality Sucks

 

Don't try this at home

Or on the beach actually

My soon to be ex and I

in a vain attempt

to keep the relationship

sexually fresh

went for the change of venue

out of bed experience

And since we were both cinema buffs

we decided to try
recreating the love scene
from that classic flick

From Here to Eternity

You know

Sex in the sea foam

A romantic concept in theory
but not in natural reality

Sweet visuals portrayed

on the flat screen

fantasy machine

rarely meshes

with the various 

physical imperfections

that ultimately

get cut from the production

Needless to say

our passion scene recreation

was fraught with complications

and uncomfortable challenges

So much

for the monotony mending powers

of shaking up the normal

I'm still digging sand
and shells out of my ass

while she came down

with a wicked case of UTI

Maybe we should try

a plane bathroom tryst next?

Freshening Up

 

For those weary
of the tribal
Unithought collective
come to Club Eclectic
where the mood
is always electric

Friction generated energy
powers the room
though quite scary at first
for refugees from the Comfort Zone
but they quickly adapt
to the beauty 

and endless possibilities

of opinion diversity

that leads invariably

to fresh thought opportunities

Circle Meets Square

 

Struggling to make this puzzle work
  
So many odd pieces

that never seem to fit

Patience replaced by frustration
      
Mired in the futility of it

Decided to swallow my male pride
and give Puzzle Support a visit

Such was my state of desperation
for easy to comprehend task directions

Stood in line for hours
with truth seeking pilgrims
thirsting for knowledge
and functional information
at this roped off oasis

Just follow the line

When I finally reached
my how to destination
the problem was explained
to the dead eyed sage
who handed me a sledgehammer
and casually proclaimed
in that chilling monotone voice
of institutional disinterest

 "One size fits all"

"Next"

Starve the Nitwit

 

OH THE MISERY!

The Meme Monster has got me

in its negative clutches

This gotcha artist
has no talent 

for scathing words
in its troll arsenal
but will desperately

try to own you visually
from its extensive library
of gifs crammed with hate
it lacks the talent to create

I will not feed the beast

any interaction reaction
cause it's never wise
to duel with stupidity

lest it rub off on you

The Big L?

 

Currently in a reaction quandary
how to respond appropriately
to her Love You text proclamation

Was this just a throw away line
to a dear friend
or a deep heartfelt confession?

When truth gets obscured
in the dark web of context

meaning becomes subject
to loose misinterpretation

Between the lines

is a very dangerous place

to reside on a permanent basis

Over Uneasy

 

Welcome to Déjà Vu

The treadmill domain
where it's all been done before

Where it's all been done before

In this perpetual loopy life
of disconcerting repetition
nothing is fresh anymore

All the stale cards have been played

On a wobbly table today is laid

Reactions roll rote

Seemingly preordained

But there exists an exit door
blocked by the clutter of yesterday
that all needs to be thrown away

Time can be an expressway

if we have the courage
to reboot ourselves
from our comfort zone lethargy
      
A swift kick in the routine
to boost us out of this rut existence
and wipe the smudged slate clean

The Trouble With Zealots

 

It's not a vengeful God 

that I fear

with an old time

fire and brimstone storm

That tired old Supreme Being
checked out long ago

leaving us defects

to our own devices

Tis his self righteous

Earthly disciples
that terrify me most

Awash in zealotry
and shameless hypocrisy
their sense of entitlement
is not only an embarrassment
it can be quite dangerous
when applied fanatically
in the Lord's name

My Twitter Addiction

 

Used to think I was lonely

A forlorn forgettable freak

A sexually frustrated geek

Then I fell into this shit

Now I know I am NOT alone

Spending heavy segments of time
with this clique of desperate exhibitionists

No, I don't wanna see your saggy tits
and I surmise

you don't wanna view my scruffy dick

Please oh please

do share your thoughts on current politics

Let's fight like bitches

for the amusement

of rich high followed influencers

Maybe they will retweet the bullshit we write

Make us stars for fifteen minutes of eternity 

What a pathetic lot of losers are we

By now you should have ascertained

I am NOT here to make friends
or grovel for your approval

Who the Hell are you anyway?

Just a random letter stream

polluting my smudged screen

Blips desperately seeking social validation

Can't you see

here we are all equally worthless

Spewing gloriously
beneath the protective umbrella
of posting anonymity

One way or another

I am going to have my say

So go ahead and block my sorry ass
for hypocritical violations
of a moral code written in crayon

Report offensive me

to the content authorities

Like I said before

if you were paying attention

I am NOT here to make friends
or fake ass acquaintances

Nothing Left to Lose

 

Blood in the water
sure attracts them sharks
looking to take a bite

out of my fate tempting ass

Just another foolhardy scrape

for hospital bound me
in this trip of a life

I hear the whispers
of the play if safe pragmatists
whispering in my bloodied ears
I should have practiced
safe existence and checked  
before leaping into a pool
of an unknown depth
like a daredevil fool

They say
in that condescending way
I could have died

Oh really?

Since ancient me
rapidly closing in
on natural mortality
has finally conquered
the deterrent of death
I can now fearlessly
dive in unafraid
of potentially
fatal consequence

Liberated from this fear
of death's inevitability
we mortal ghosts to be
dance on Danger's tightrope 
with nothing left to lose

Pushing the envelope
our brave elderly crew
looks to go out with a bang
as opposed to a long
drawn out
nursing home whimper

Cover Page

 

I sing the Body Wi-Fi

Image over reality

Style over substance

No physical complications
to mess
with our mind over matter relations

We of the social media chorus
raise our collective virtual voices
toward the all knowing clouds

saturated with cultural knowledge

Extolling the glorious perceptions
that embrace the comfy illusions
we rely on to dance through
this lonely tone deaf life

Passion Played

 

Let's get credible

If only for today

I know we can do it

It's been done before

It's been done before

Maybe it will become habit

A rote muscle memory event

One step at a time...

Flipped a switch
to turn you on

Click...

Nothing happened

like it used to before

Felt like a disconnect

of electrical current

Tried again
this time with feeling

All I heard was that damn click
for this now functional non event

This shit needs to be fixed
but we've mutually

lost the motivation
required for us restoration

Weighed all possible options..

Do we do a complete replacement
or just apply an expectations adjustment?

Can we ever revert back

to the prior comfortable happiness

of a "Just Friends" relationship?

Or has that boat sailed?

Since we both

still want this to work

this will perhaps lead us

to a creative

couple's work around?

Fuckin Faustian Burn

 

I should have known

the deal was too good to be true

But as is too often the case

in my rainbow chasing life 

I put that little voice

in my starry eyed brain

on reckless ignore

The ink was not yet dry
on my soul selling contract

in exchange for wealth and fame
with the slick infernal demon
when I was struck dead
by a meteorite to the head

Nobody controls the stars
but that damn Satan
sure has pull over meteors

Forward all future correspondence
to my new Hellish address

Caveat Emptor for sure

Ghostly Residue

 

The man of conviction
armed only with persistence
and steadfast certainty
made it his mission
to take down the system
long the instrument

of his people's oppression

This of course

made him a threat
to the powers that be

not accustomed

to being challenged

this successfully

So they had him executed
one gray April day
on a Memphis balcony

Making him a holiday

A bookmark of history

But they could not slay

his haunting memory

or the glorious cause

that lives on to this day

Space Force

 

Stack those damn boxes in the corner

Get em out of the way

Make room 
for the next shipment
coming later today
whether we're ready or not

Keep to the schedule

Follow the plan

It's posted there on the wall

Easy to understand

We gotta manage our space
like we manage our lives

An orderly published 
structured environment
designed to maximize
the space/time continuum 

Pax Perversion

It was the breast of times

and then
the worst of times

when Weinstein exploded

in the headlines
for hands on
gropey guys

Now the butt pinchers

and booby squeezers

were on the defensive
for past sexual assault transgressions

they casually laughed off

as innocent flirtations

that the broads loved so much

cause they all craved

masculine attention

Now the law

and even public sentiment

viewed these male movers and shakers

as inappropriately

and even legally depraved

Twas a real cultural tsunami

that threatened

the long established patriarchy

Til they started electing
their own kind
of old school
touchy feely boys
who made it
their missionary position
to Make America Perverted Again

If these new normative

gender respecting rules

don't apply to the Chief Executive

then they boys deserve a free pass too

any time a fine piece of ass sashays by

just asking to be harassed

Hitting a Line Drive

 

Fumbling my way through

this fog of creativity

without my comfy literary devices

to keep brain locked me company

Self doubt now dominates

Can poetry even be effective

without sleight of hand

literary trickery?

Stripped of all standard

clever deceptions

I no longer have any protection

from the exposed truths

exploding through

And yet...

There is a sense

of orgasmic liberation

when we lower our shields

and let others in

to share what we feel

At least temporarily

til suffocating trepidations

roll back

to cloud us in again 

Sand Men

 

While I survived
all that came before
I now find myself 

enveloped in the fog
of diminishing certainty

Can no longer see

where I have been

or more importantly

where I am going

All sense of proportion

compromised severely

To compound my calamity

The sands in my hour glass
are accelerating rapidly

I finally see Time
as my mortal enemy

Impassive to my pleas
for a slight extension
to complete all I need to do

There will be no negotiation

Or for you either

This is how it has to be

Carpe Diem 

Joy Hopping

 

I am finally content
to simply be who I am

Took me years to understand
there is no long term plan

No tightly crafted narrative

Only these fleeting moments
that make this trip tolerable

Connected specks of sand
in the vast desert of eternity
where we well meaning inhabitants
spend our allocated resources
sifting through time
seeking out snippets of happiness

Blessed Expiration

 

There goes that damn bell again
emanating from

my soon to be mortal soul

A forewarning daily
that rings for me

and all oblivious humanity

Pounding volume reverberates

Growing louder by the day

Despite my creative

muffling denial deflections
the sonic torture won't go away

Tomorrow reminders never turn off

Now the advancing shadows

are beneath my weary feet
ready to complete the mission

to drop my sorry ass

into the cavern of darkness

Not sure if this is the absolute end

or a portal to the eternal afterlife

Up or down matters not to me

for at long last I will be free

of this interminable life sentence

Memento mori my temporary friends

Marching Damned

 

The conga line formed
we know not where
or even when

this procession began

No clue where this
meandering snake ends
deep into the darkness
of endless horizon

Faith in the destination
keeps our manacled congregation
motivated to keep going
despite the growing suspicion
none of us

may ever get there