Category: Poetry

So…a continent can be covered in guns.
Just…why he wants Canada as fifty-one.

So…a whole country falls ill in one man’s-grasp.
Just…why they hired the nepo anti-vax rasp.

So…the fringe is purged from half a hemisphere.
Just…why they’re out for the old, colors & queer.

So…we see links between thug regimes & us.
Just…why they paraded their militant lust.

So…that all  get a sip from freedom’s fair cup.
Just…why millions more of us showed the fuck up.

The dark/light contrast of seaward nature…
& all of its quirky nomenclature.

Buoy, poop-deck, starboard, jib & seamen.
Unmapped waters of dragons & demons.

In pressurized pitch of deepest water…
Delicates lilt; immune to depth’s slaughter.

Nearer the surface, life is warmed everyday.
Fins cresting, jumping, in boat racing play.

New continents of plastic formed by gyres.
Seabirds nest in green sprouts of mobile mires.

From top to bottom the sea’s a wonder.
Most of Earth’s life is thriving down under.

That was a day for a full display.
Also, comparing along the way.

You’re on TV with nowhere to hide.
Are you sure those soldiers march with pride? 

Who, here, has the most skin in this fight?
No King’s Protests or Militant Right?

Grinless grim faces in uniform.
Fair & Free allies who challenge norm.

Yes, they’ve all the tanks & bombs & “men”.
Yet, we’ve all bright futures to defend.

So, let’s break it down to those who’ll stand.
Military March v. Everyman.

Minus deadly hardware, who would win?
We the people…again & again.

This is what the fascists are trying…
Instigation of masses dying.

Media coverage banned or buying.
All in the name of broadcast lying.

Ripping up all the safeguard wiring.
Moist & fertile minds meant for drying.

Right wing subsets are occupying.
So, culture’s fringes are allying.

A flood of snowflakes liquifying…
Exposes rot of hate undying. 

Dousing each beastly ember sighing…
Flames quenched under a tide of crying.

“Cranial influenza virus rages.”
Contagious influence for kids of all ages.

Black & white, new, vintage, sepia & clean…
Are just a few filters thru which all is seen.

Eager to engage, if you’ve a handy mask.
Natural faces will be taken to task.

Seldom, now, that we can find any heroes.
Influential harm inside ones & zeroes.

I broadcast from behind my word bleeding screen.
Just say when & where…I still care to be seen.

We long for the CIA of 80’s movies.
Tradecraft, sleuthing & unnecessary boobies.

Who were good guys & bad guys was ever so clear.
Clear & present dangers were always disappeared.

Covertly crossing borders to clean-up after wars.
Setting honeypot-traps for both boy & girl whores.

All caught on video for kompromat leverage.
Nerve agents slyly dropped in a problem’s beverage.

Why would we long for outdated methods today?
To move hate & bigotry from progression’s way.

I get so freshly hurt by how it went for me.
I defy it to crystallize as jealousy.

So, I give & I give until I’m down to skin.
I am cold & lonely; I would like to come in.

No words of thanks are prompted in my direction.
Do I not engender enough for affection?

I often wonder if I am in “The Others”.
There’s simply no contact between one another.

I am not a leper…though you look at me so.
Even contact between eyes could help us all grow.

This weekend was the litmus test of moral code.
Watch whether the national guard does what it’s told.

L.A. was a staging ground to test martial law.
D.C. against Los Angeles raging & raw.

The city is dependent on migrant labor.
Jackboots on our ground are never in our favor.

Hollywood now; but, angry town halls will be next.
All  violations of constitutional text.

Worry’s warranted…if you’re paying attention.
We can’t fight back once our towns are in detention.

Just underneath my flesh are bone tattoos.
No ink, just the needled etch of my muse.

Fables & memories sketched on my skull.
Time takes meat but my skeleton’s not dull.

Centuries hence, pull me from my garden.
Peruse tales writ on calcium hardened.

Yarns of adventure & tales of caution.
Even names & dates every so often.

From coccyx to collarbone, I am drawn.
When I’m long dead, there, my lore will live on.

Now, I can see the crack; I see the fault.
I maybe see the way out of this vault.

We’re all just humans of the planet earth.
We can’t live elsewhere than our globe of birth.

All this infighting cannot be sustained.
Fear’s fever pitch is ready to have waned.

The two “Big-Bads” are cannibalizing.
We people saw your bromance cap-sizing.

Light parts clouds & colors in the divide.
A key bump of hope just in time for Pride.