Imagine
the eternal loneliness
that seized the Angels
when they heard
of God's death.

Every evening
I relive
that Angelic
loneliness
which reminds me
that no one
is in charge
and help
is not on the way.
  mce

Living alone,
I am randomly
eccentric.

It's not a quirk,
if no one sees.

Often at odd hours,
day or night,
I sneak a glance
at my mirror
hoping
to be surprised
by a young
and happy
reflection.

Never happens.

   mce

As a teacher,
you must always ask yourself:
do I really believe
this drivel I am vomiting?
If not, have the guts
to shut the **** up.
   ~mce

If all the politicians
died tomorrow,
it would be a blip.
If all the scientists
and engineers died,
it would be an apocalypse.
If all the poets died,
so would god and love..

  mce

Some women
possess sexuality
some women
possess sensuality
some women
possess spirituality
few women
possess all

but those
are the few
worth finding

and

one of whom
is worth keeping.

Tried it
for 30 years.

Not bad,
but not
for me.

Now I agree with
Katherine Hepburn
who never married:

"I prefer
to live nearby
and visit often."

The simplest
solution so often
the most elegant.
   ~mce

I have written
a dictionary
of universal
comprehension.

If you could
read it all
would be revealed.

Unfortunately,
it is out of print
and the remaining
copies burned.

You are not allowed,
even now,
to taste the fruit
of the tree of life.
  ~mce

I'm standing in a massacre
the sky is streaked with red,
we took the hill, we won the day,
but most of us are dead.

We fought to save each other's lives;
We fought for mom  and dad;
now all of that's been blown away,
I'm weary now and sad.

The bankers took the houses
and Wall Street still stands tall;
we only took this ****** hill
that matters not at all.

I've been a soldier all my lives:
Shiloh to Vietnam,
from Valley Forge to Gettysburg
to bleak Afganistan.

But I am through with fighting now
these wars for gold and oil;
I'm falling back, I'm headed home,
to win my native soil.

You politicians better fly,
you bankers run away;
For I am home and angry
and that's how I'm going to stay.

You've never seen a battle,
You've never smelled the dead;
you shipped us off like cattle
to do the work instead.

Take back my broken medals,
Take back your shining lie,
for Armageddon's coming
and it's time for you to die.

I'm standing in a massacre,
the sky is streaked with red
we took the hill, we won the day,
but most of us are dead.

The bugles all are silent
as the night begins to fall,
but the living have a purpose
to go home and **** you all.

Most men
do not require
poetry.
They can
take it
or leave it.

But women are poetry
and very interesting
to read.
~mce

Life says no
in a million ways;
yes in only a few.
~ mce