Heart Paddling

Back in our
younger days

when we were
loose and free

radical socialists
were we

Dreaming
of eradicating poverty

Spreading the wealth
was our theme

Now we're middle aged
consumer citizens

Fully mortgaged
and drowning in debt

Grumbling
about high taxes
and the welfare state

Trying desperately
to hold on
to what little we've got

and yet

the chasm
of economic disparity
has never been deeper

The case for equality
we once embraced
has never been greater

Perhaps it's not too late

for middle of the road us

to get radicalized again

Storm the frickin castle

Angel Droppings

The pie in the sky crew

making the rounds
with their graphs and trends 

Up to no good again

Preaching process improvements

to a skeptical auditorium

who know full well

the task of implementation

of the impressive presentation

will fall on their 

overworked

underpaid

shoulders

Matters not
to the soon to be
departed dreamer crew

for they

will never stop soaring

Cause if they ever did

their wings
would be soiled

here on Earth

where we
mud dwellers toil

Smell The Roses

 I have so much to do

So many hard duties

but I ain't in the mood
to play good little soldier boy

Never in the mood anymore

Just not a happening guy

Been stained by too many lies 

Won't be in the mood tomorrow

This is not procrastination 

This is inertia revolution

Time to dig in

Break the chains of obligation

I'll accept the consequences
of the push back reaction

and take back my life

Jump in The Lake

Let's go to the Lake!!

That forgotten
once popular place
where nobody goes
anymore

Cause it's not wifi
accessible
and has not
been built up
with rubberized playgrounds
to keep the tiny terrors
temporarily amused

Let's go to the Lake !!

Before Winter storms in
and freezes out
our dreams

We can shed our
child labor made threads
and dive into
the chilled
unregulated
unprotected waters

Violating twenty or so
town ordinances
against 
unlicensed frolic

Take a chance with me
to experience life
naturally

After our forbidden
underwater dance
we can stumble out of
our collective wetness
and collapse
together into a pile of dirty
dry leaves

Two naughty smiles
as we succumb
to the moment

Beneath trees 
we used to climb
before we feared falling

Where we can make 
natural love

When we are done
we quietly put 
our clothes on
and return 
to our
uptight civilization

where having fun

is frowned upon

Pesticide Genocide

I squished an ant

that had the audacity

to crawl across my floor


My son

asked me why

I squashed a bug

that had done no offense

except cross my path

in a place

it knew not

was culturally inappropriate


His query took me aback

because I had never

properly analyzed

an action

I had mindlessly performed

a million times before 


Was I power tripping

as if

I was a vengeful God

terminating a life

I deemed inferior?


Guess I could 

always fall back

on the ten commandments

Judeo Christian tradition

rationalization

that the mini sinner

had broken into my home

to steal my crumbs


Truth is

I cold bloodily murdered

my victim

for no other reason

than this was how I
 
was brainwashed 

from early childhood

that we
 
as the dominant species

have the right

to dominate

and even

exterminate those

we feel

are beneath us


Then I realized

after humanity

in the name

of religion

politics or

whatever

trendy hate device

finally squashes
 
and squishes

itself off the globe

the lowly bugs

who for now

scurry beneath our feet

will survive our
 
self carnage

and inherit the Earth



They shall have

the last laugh

on their

heartless

oppressors

Steamy Sensually Stimulating Sex

MADE YOU LOOK!!

The external
visual package
lures us in

as it always seems to do

and the reality
of the contents within
disappoint

as it always seems to do

but 
in spite
of our perpetual 
let downs

we keep
coming back for more

Peeking
under the covers

Hope spring eternal
that this time
we will find substance
instead of our usual
nowhere illusions

Into the Hard Drive Breach

The total accumulation
of all knowledge
transcribed by hand
over centuries
of human evolution
and innovation

now contained

on a micro chip

the size
of a grain of sand

Rapid access memory

Acronym RAM

Now
conveniently crammed
to satisfy

our click curiosity

in a millisecond 

War now gone cyber

bypassing fire walls 

World data base now gone 
All networks smashed

Civilization obliterated

Not by megaton bombs

but by a viral warriors

who broke the code 

Now we must
start over

With quill

and parchment paper

Expiration Date

Living my life

one breath

at a time

Maybe

a little too hard

for a well worn man 

of my obvious limitations 

Sharp pain explosion

Numbness spreads

Better lay down

and clear

my suddenly

dizzy head

Screams

and commotion

Sirens blare

My express trip

to intensive care

Men in white

wheel me in

Monitor my

life functions

beep beep beep

follow the bouncing

beep

High tech toys flash red

Tube goes

up my nose

Apprehension grows

Here we go

Close the show

Fade to black

Flat line melody 

Step into

the white light

and don't

look back

Modern Prayers

Bless me Father

for I have have sinned

Many times

Weekly

Daily

Right now actually

Carnal transgressions
I have committed

Constantly

Repeatedly

Cause your

feminine creation
is just too sublime

Those smiles so sweet

Her dangerous contours
is a delicious lure

too sweet

not to explore

Oh Lord

my flesh is weak

Can't resist your temptations
(see reasons above)

So here I be

On my aching knees

Absolution I now seek

Forgiveness I beseech

Going forward

Please 
do not
condemn me
when I fall

You did create me
after all !!

😜

Profile In Discouraged

After the storm
I awaken

Face down
in a puddle
of my own desperation

Seeking divine inspiration

and the cynical motivation

to pull myself up

and exact revenge

on the nearest
convenient
expedient
bystander 

As I empty 
my trusty
M16 assault weapon
on the victim citizen

Cause this is 
what REAL men 
in America do

Punctuate
our right
to bear arms

when we get pissed
at the 21st Century

and all them there
limp wrist liberal
tree hugging
atheist
socialist
un-american
Obama sycophants  

Then I will
turn the gun
on myself

and become

an over hyped
over analyzed

media stereotype 

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Nation

So often

we reside
in the world

as it SHOULD be

Chasing elusive ideals

When this lofty fantasy

clashes with flawed reality

Pessimism creeps in

Rampant disillusionment 

Battering serenity

with relentless efficiency

STORM WINS! STORM WINS!

Do damage control

Try to repair the soul

pick up pieces

pick up sticks

strewn everywhere

Life don’t care

Losers despair

and lament

it just ain’t fair !!

but

nobody cares

nobody dares

fight back 

WELCOME TO FRUSTRATION

Time Shot

Old man
waiting around
for nothing
in particular

Looks at his watch
which hasn't
worked in years

A gift from his wife
when she was still ticking

and keeping him focused

She used to always
get on his case
for being late

How ironic

She's grumbling now
as she awaits
her love in the afterlife

Silly old man  

Puttering these days

He's lost track of time
and time
has lost track of him