Category: Poetry

This guy’s like an enema; just around to stir up shit.
An un-elected oligarch, you guessed it!…Elon’s it.

Fireworks across the sky are nothing to celebrate.
Molten metal debris raining down across several states.

Chainsaws in the marble halls of our legislative branch.
Fast-food buffets in the “ready-room”…don’t forget the ranch!

Ripping social safety nets & toppling infrastructure.
Data stole to nurse AI…watch civil order rupture.

Rights no more inalienable; only for a price.
No more common peoples…the rich & robots won’t suffice.

You thirst for innocence & its hunt.
You are an evil iron clad cunt.

Front faced facade’s a beautiful lie.
It hides rot left by another guy.

Buy the whole lot & set fire to bricks.
Not much left after; still, something sticks.

Wicks burn fast…save the advent of wax.
Life at that speed carries hefty tax.

Ax hefted high o’er your own pale neck.
Now…you’re the only thing left to wreck.

Many of my days I write satire.
When my nerves are frayed down to live wire.

Other days I am scribe to the heart.
Imagining a love á la carte.

Yes, though not often, I’ve written rage.
Smeared bloody anger across my page.

Penultimately, I do opine.
Acerbic wit strained thru gallows pride.

From my first word…to future’s long tooth.
Between first line & last…there lived truth.

It has been said, “There are no atheists in a foxhole.”
In protest, I say, “I think that is not the story whole.”

None on planes, none on trains…nor a hostage situation.
None on boats, none on floats…nor a skydiving vacation.

It is true that belief comes upon those facing an end.
Yet, no god’s been seen putting halt to War’s Engine of Men.

He’s yet to prevent any holocausts or genocides. 
Not involved AIDS, Cancer, Climate Change or Rising Tides

So, for me, there’ll be no reckoning upon my deathbed.
If he exists, he will be answering to me instead.

She pulls a mustard seed pack from her boot.
She says, “Here, I offer to you eye of newt!”

She cackles wildly & pulls at her hair.
Some shed in her hand. She said, “Add this there!”

Now, between us stood an ancient cauldron.
We two stood there matriarch & godson.

We threw in photos, herbs & clasped our hands.
Everything melted into rippling bands.

The garden around us grew lush & tall.
When asked how we did it, “Just lucky…that’s all.”

Seems every day now there is a brand new fear.
Yesterday’s foulest threat, now, only a jeer.

I try keeping up with the finger wagging.
Simultaneous…his approval is flagging.

Much like Rome in its final fiery breaths.
Poison was clear; but they still drunk to their deaths.

The highest office threatening its people?
Known refrain…when Civility’s grown feeble.

Holding our safety & well-being ransom.
Threatens our founding & perverts our anthem.

Tyranny’s trump play: bottom against middle.
When will you see his invisible fiddle?

No ma’am Pam, with your Pan Am Smile.
Go for that extra Duchenne mile.

Let your eyes know that you’re happy.
Scrunch those wrinkles; make it snappy.

For, aging faces should have lines.
It’s proof you made the most of time.

Some don’t fight clocks & go with grace.
And that’s the beauty of a face.

The more one fight’s the wear & tear…Chasing passed time? That’s madness there.

For, in the end, it’s still just you.
Unrecognizable pursuit.

Welcome to the corporate age! The golden age of greed.
It’s every man for themself…except those in the lead.

Take a dash of religion & a portion of the soul.
Then, add to these Wall Street’s Bull & blend them in a bowl.

Puff of smoke & lightening crack…a hush falls over all.
Distant grumbling thunder…count the seconds til sky fall.

Now, you pay your priest & in turn, he is forgiving.
Labor’s interest overtime forces sinless living.

Golden hour, golden watch, gold calves & gilded men.
Golden anniversary means things are at an end.

Send out for winter, Baby; Deliver snow.
Make it all frigid, Lover; So, you can’t go.

It’s warm right by the hearth, Babe; it’s nice inside.
Fire in the bedroom, Honey; Fire, please abide.

Send out for dinner, Sweetheart; send out for smokes.
Let’s melt together, Darling; our Love’s not broke.

We are just fine in here, Dove; Let’s love us best.
The world can freeze outside, Love; could not care less.

Call for delivery, Sugar; Here is my list.
Drinks, Laughs & Good times, Daddy; Show me what I’ve missed.

Why deteste from afar when you can loathe closer?
Every trait you love to hate will be much grosser.

Titan’s of industry at the Resolute Desk.
Speaking for the figurehead…puppetry grotesque.

Hands go up his ass, ‘neath cover of kissing feet.
His soul’s cleared out; he’s just manipulated meat.

Subsidized Affluence has gone on far too long.
They’ve propped up a strongman…their choice is clearly wrong.

If my words cause my demise, I’ll know I was right.
‘Cause I’d not willingly be silent for this fight.