I'd laugh at my life
If it were not my life
But I hate
Mockery.

You can travel with me
I trust your look
And you sometimes
Make me laugh
Unselfconciously.

I have been
Hither and yon
And seen a lot of things
Blinkered and wrong
While laughing woefully.

I have danced among the stars
Too big of steps
Prancing too far
But I trust your look
And you make me laugh
Unselfconciously.

I love her like life
A bright-eyed fierce wit strikes
And she reminds me
It costs extra for the cherry.

Like God's own soda ****
He amasses the vanilla
Gives a little whip cream squirt
And darts an inquiring look
Shall I add the cherry?

I love what I love
And I know what I know
I'll go fighting to the grave
Wrestling with my own ****** soul.

They call
From down the hall
And the mind is snagged
Questing for answers

The body is weak
Dying
Full of holes
Useless to any goal

The voices beckon
Half-promising something
It's the only direction
For you and all your anger.

You wander from painful noise and light
Toward vague promises of something right
With fists and breathing clenched
Ready for any fight.

But the light blossoms
And they are all there
Gesturing in welcome
Pointing out the banquet's fare.

I have my doubts
I doubt everything
But I have no doubt
The pain is over.

That hot-blooded youth
Expired at last
Cold grease-fire ashes
Just soot on the soul.

Where are the children
And where are the wives
Where are the stocked-up answers
For the rest of his life?

Here is the bourbon
Here is the wine
There the eyes sparkle
But the limbs have all declined.

His speech is fiery
His decisions forthright
But where there was once a cuff to the cheek
There is grasping for a cane.

I respect the man
I acknowledge his might
It's death I despise
And its sapping of rights.

Actions chased by chastity
Touching confused with lust
Hold your hands back now
And thus shall the record show.

Never confused in parables
Right is right
And wrong is wrong
A single lesson to know life-long.

Yet my demanding mistress
I would never deny
Except in good conscience
Which is mostly.

Wild and uncontrollable
Fresh air
To the vestibule
And saint's alive
Life is a headlong dive.

Flying squirrels
Little girls
Unpredictable
But equally lovable.

People feel things
Like kids say things
And everything
Is under a microscope.

Hate is a long game
Love has short reasoning
Feelings drive emotions
Fueled by everything but reason
Logic
Makes us murderous.

One plus one plus it's all ****** up
You can't swim out of this pit
Too soon to tell
But I think
You're going to hell.

But the future is unwoven
The Seamstress Union is on strike
Yarns of every color
Are scattered on the floor.

An industrious imp
Tosses in a steam-driven loom
It eats up all the bits
And spits out new histories.

So genes collide
In their secret unions
But messages get crossed
And we welcome new mutations.

In the wake of a mininova bang
Conciousness is all-grasping
Freedom unobscured and No Trespassing ignored
Tucked away in safe corners
You keep all your real answers.

Pain unearned but still deserved
Served up as dessert
By her earthier friends
Laughing at her crying back
As she stumbles blindly home.

Ignorance is a crime
And sweet little puppies die all the time
But what makes them smile for a moment
Places her in confoundment
So sweet and remorseful
She takes her own life.

Bullies on the steps
Bullies on the curb
******* punks on the bus
Unexplained learning curves.

People are animals
Who can do better
If they want and are able
And not just something in the middle.

I wish she'd known me
Before she knew you
I can see you from miles away
She never understood public schools.

She needed an honest education
Never the misfired humiliation
But the streets run with rats
A fact we'll never get past.

Is social equality such an uneven street
That the fanciest of shoes might stumble
And the beasts ferociously feed?

A wake and a vigil
Candles burned for as long as boredom can stand
School bells ring
And it's business as usual.

"And now please welcome today's anti-terrorism speaker, Anonymous!"

[anonymous applause, dwindling out]

"Thanks, everyone. The reason I prefer anonymity should be self-evident, but just to make it clear, I wish to avoid the recrimination of the hostile element."

"Before I got here I was just reading, and believe me I'm still not believing, but it would seem, on the whole, that planetary aggression is on the slow."

A hand is raised
A hand is ignored
The speaker moistens his lips
Prepared to emit a bit more.

"I have stats and stories
Tortuous anecdotes about little girls and boys
Food and sanitation is a crime itself
And I'm prepared to say we live in our own hell."

Arms upheld wither down
As new hands reach for attention
But the speaker ignores them all
Intent on his own presentation.

"The reason for hate
Is more or less clear
We fiercely believe one thing
As they devoutly believe another.

But do not fear!
We are right and they are wrong
They saddle their own children with a death song
No cartoons of basic morality
Just legs with bombs
Made to go off remotely."

An angry rustle
Amidst lowered hands
Quieting now
Like they're getting the hang of it.

"Humans are robots
Programmable, malleable and sometimes trustworthy
Highly complicated machinery!
Indoctrination is the virus
That seeks to destroy the outside."

Again the raised hands
And eyebrows too
All these fluttering robots
Fluttering in a pseudo-free zoo.

Ignoring the obvious
The speaker plods onwards
But modulates his voice
Against their trained reactions.

"We need to accept and enfold
An ideology only thousands of years old
To mutate and twist
Into what our children might wish."

Someone yells "Disney!"
Another mutters "Black whiteys"
But there are a few
Who remain to hear it through.

"Despite what you think
Despite who you are
Against all you've been taught
We've come quite far.

You may not know your son
You may not know your daughter
But leave them alone
And tomorrow may happen.

Put the guns aside
Drink from your hidden bottles without shame
You are who you are
And you should let them be them."

This is not what anyone wanted
Anyone over the age of ten
This is not what anyone wanted
With children and the urge to brainwash them.

The room trickles out
Leaving the most devout
Devoted to the future
Any future left standing.

But amidst this group
Are hard-liner elements
And one has a voice
Cutting through it all
To ask, "What about bomber babies?"

And riding right on top
Is a fat slobbery Republican fop
Demanding in his self-entitled way
"What the **** about America?"

The speaker shrugs
As if to indicate
Which question
Is more stupid.

"We seek to leave the planet
And develop tech to make it happen
You go your way
And we go ours."

The room is smaller now
They indulge in eye contact
Personal communications
Words, hands, heads and eyebrows.

The speaker sighs
As if on the cusp of absolute honesty
Then spills his true guts
To these few radicals and emissaries:

"Our worst enemy is ourselves
Through millennia fashioning our own hells
Subjugation of non-prominent DNA
Believing destruction will pave the way.

But on a not-much larger scale
We're just cheap entertainment
For every other race
That crawled up this hill."

The crowd is slightly subdued
Probably more from shame
Than anything
Because shame is in the DNA
And experienced by everyone.

But we can always rely
On some fat Republican to decry
"But not me!
And for sure not my children!"

And now even more file out
Hearts emptied and minds afloat
Now it's just the sweating speaker
And a few odd haters.

"We're a microbial phenomenon
Miraculously still alive
And still inept
At staying alive."

He waves a casual hand like a maestro
And behind him the stage glows
A 30x30 screen descends
Illuminating bugs as they crawl.

"We're slightly smarter
But no more hardier
Than Hymenoptera
Except we can leave this planet."

Red-faced and obviously insulted
The old fat plushy storms out
Leaving now just a few
To adopt this future-flung view.

"We need to terraform and colonize
Sure, and design space suits
Pleasing to the eye
But ultimately,
We need to get the hell gone."

One clap, one frown
The speaker shrugs
As if wondering
Why aren't we all gone?

And so he is left
With the clean-up crew
And one fruitcake
Who asks
"Will God come with us?"

I am the voice in your head
I can tell you how to do things
Right or wrong
All according to whim.

Sometimes righteous
Occasionally evil
My voice lends to the aural
What your soul intends to do.

You intone with me
As I speak
In the same way
Your consciousness never sleeps.

So what's the question
Or what's the game
As you know full well
I am ready to play.

You don't think like me
And I don't think like you
But it seems to me
We're both *******.

We can do the math
In our various ways
And we sum the total
To the end of days.

I am right
And you are wrong
But you'll play the numbers
Like it's all your song.

I don't care
So long as they hear
The same sad song
Of everything going wrong.

But you spin out the bliss
Like a drunken fairy wish
Disregarding all the facts
And sending us all back.

It's a redo, people
**** the ice age
Get reacquainted with your dogs
And repaint the steeples.

If I told you to go ****
You'd just snort
And take my last beer.

You're a best friend and quite cavalier
You know me like nobody
But you're still a queer.

I just want the best for you
And I know you reverse the same
But if we ever get outta this mess
I probably shouldn't know your name.

You're used to it
But I ain't gonna do it
I know you now
You're my best friend anyhow.

So tuck and ****
Fists all battering
Smash 'em good
I wanna see blood splattering.

"You can't hold the torrent,
Of salty water,
Captive.

You can't keep it all,
Locked up,
Inside.

You can't stop the hidden,
Tides from,
Rising.

So let go,
Just cry."

)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

You are weak and snivelling
A child just past its cradling
Cry all you wish
And I bet it won't change ****.

But I hear that voice
Never before disturbed
Asking for consideration
From gods never heard.

If I were a god
I'd be embarrassed
To have neglected such sweetness
If I were a god
I'd lie with the mud-crushed cretins.

But I am no god
And I cry
At all the lost chances
At all the children's lies.

Some and not others whipsaw crazy headlights gleaming not in the right but swerves heavy to the left and cackles it's ok, it's alright. Grackly hands descend from ahigh to grasp a young cheek and laugh why. Too-bright lights and too-harsh smiles carry us into the future for days and miles. Brought up on too much salt and too much sugar they burn like moth gods and they die in droves. Speciel endization is all in the lighting, the moisture content and land levels. Look at the moon and say it isn't true; it's mocking us yet awaiting you.

She was born at zero and waited seven years to be a hero and the story is that instead of dying she pushed all the red buttons and got to flying. Mars was on the loom so she needed extra room for all the food and water. She arrived at age eight and a galactic hero, to be everyone's daughter but eventually just a genetic *** barrel.

Because the farther we go
The farther we are.
But the further we go
The further we are.

Her tiny fingers
Commanded I live
And subsequent requests
Engendered her worldwide knowledge.

I am something
Times many somethings
And she is me
Cubed to the power of three.

My wayward wants and casual lusts
Taught her young of all the usual haunts
She would keep me in line
For a goodly time
But soon liquor and women would e'er undo me.

In deepest woe I'd approach
My young charge at her worst
Consume all throwables
Yet hug her tightly to my chest.

And toward my Mom I'd quake
Without even a choice to make
I'd offer some symptom of obeisance
Even as she waved off the cretinous.

My young love would
Magically invoke the same
And before I knew it
I was grovelling at my mother's grave.

Sailors, chanters and politicians
Proselytize our new dimensions
Warriors, weavers and priest-drawn blood
Sanctify our new haven.

The sun comes up
We chop wood
Toolerize and gamify our fun
Still the same man under the same sun.

And for millennia
The new is suppressed
Marked as devilry
To keep us meek.

Feeling crazy today
Going to have my say
But first I'll impregnate
The Chief's chief lay.

The dying
The dead
The forgotten
The unlived dreams.

She was 12
He was 8
They trailed west
But just became meat
One *****, beaten, ***** and ate
The other just ate.

Shaved memories of something
Something said by somebody
Oh, a little girl
Said the sun would whirl
And the moon would bow
Means nothing to a dead and cooked cow.

They make concentric circles
In and out
The Taliban
Spreading goodness wherever they go...
Just after eating
A little boy and girl.

The reason is
The reason lives
Thinking is just diluting
The last true thought.

I am contemptuous
My belittling glance tells you this
And you still step up
A cutthroat diamond in the rough.

This is how the humans
All come through
Diner dashes and music school
Stageway prancers where dreamers rule.

Wasted hours
Clocking the highest sponsors
And if there's a glimmer of light
They all rush to the window.

Life the red tide
Time is time going by
Eat your unspoiled veggies now
Your own dreams ready to die.

Lands all locked in cold and snow
Slows the news and consequences
But come the thaw
The floodgates loosen
And Spring has sprung
Minus all the illusions.

There's new life
Microbial and so talented
And the virii never slow
We're pretty under-handed.

But it's war that kills the most
Minus aid, direction or host
Ideas that were meant to be stamped out
Just keep making the post.

Killers die
Dreamers die
Flowers die
All awaiting
Another day.

You were ****** up
Said what's up
And believe me,
You were so great.

Words poured
Like liquor adored
Your mind was awash
With everything your tongue spat.

You'd had enough
***** in the rough
Fists ready to bleed
You'd had enough of everything.

So yeah you hit your limit
Punched that **** with everything you had
Didn't figure you'd **** him, I know
Also in your defense, he was an *******.

These ditzy little dollboy *****
Never realize when they've said enough
Twinkling eyes and bicurious brows
Reconsider their manners as they **** **** in Hell.

Ten-plus years and out for good behavior
A whole new life but nothing to savor
Old friend drops by to give you a ride
And you cruise off into forever.

Inbetween addresses
Inbetween floors
And hospitality
And no mailbox - can I use yours?

The cellphone is dead
Prospects unknown and yet retired
Extra people dot the landscape
Fierce and unfuckable
They wander like nomads
Free and untouchable.

By commerce or City Hall
People *******
Breeding with no decline.

Swallow words while laughing at it
The System strokes and dies in gurgled spit
All these people laughing
While Earth dies in the midst of it.

The tolerance of trash has gone
They're getting awfully serious now
Choose your planet and stick with it
Your life is a whimsy with ants on it.

I tried telling her
Of my life's wisdom and notions of fetters.

She relayed to me
Visions of nothing less than ecstasy.

I bemoaned where I went wrong
She said I'd been ******* a loser ****.

She seemed so happy
I shrugged and agreed
If they weren't ******* me
I must be ******* them.

I lost track of that *****
But words register a score
And the more I seem to ****
The more I seem to score.

It's a *******'s life
Even if you just do it with your wife
She gets her way
Day after day
Until you may decide
Just to chop it.

Emasculation redirects
Power to new ducts
And the hammer rises
And the hammer falls.

In the safety
Of sanctity
I deride and derail
Snort derisive
Sweet Jesus and me
Laughing at everyone
Especially you.

All that image
All that you planned
Sure and He's everywhere
Watching the water rise
Estimating your worth
Cashing in on you.

Your van and your force-fed crew
Nobody ever wanted to out and out *******
But I think Jesus has had enough
And He's going to lose you in the rough
The rough, rough rain
Like a hurricane
Gonna call your number up.

This pigeon on my shoulder
You call Jesus and He strolls on over
Say your piece and He shrugs nonchalant
I don't believe you have anything He wants.

You're just a stupid ****
With ten times the luck
And Jesus sees you
You better believe it, Bro, you are seen
Jesus snorts derisively
Jesus snorted all the coke outta me.

He attempts to reiterate
Love thy brother and grant fresh starts
But chokes on the dust
And laughing hysterically
Points meaningless fingers
At what He thinks might matter.

Jesus is as Jesus does
A man subscribed to most of this mess
Having a good ol' time
His direction is half the crime.

It could be
It could be, Bro
You been walked down some line
Told this, this, that, and have a good time
Lied to and trialled, smiled at and lied to
Eating some man-made celestial ****
Yep, that's you.
Bible says it's true
So true
Bible says a lot of ****
Lots of ****
Yeah
That's you.

It bubbles up, emits a high-pitched scream, then dies
It was a thought, a dream, a notion
Cascaded now back into the ocean
Where other unborn dreamers lie.

Life cycles in inner circles
Death crumbles at the edges it nabs
And life readjusts its grip
Trying to give nothing to grab.

Life must spiral
And death must follow
Meeting high up
Under suns that one day waver.

Waver and fade
Into a supernova piñata bang
And everyone rushes to get the candy
And everyone is just trying to be happy.

Sun and snow
Rain, then the rainbow's glow
Melt, and a new awakening
So eager to restart the agony.

Days are not life
Just the wrapper
Encapsulating
All our strife.

Dreams are not hopes
Hopes are not dreams
We scurry madcap trails
Chasing all these things.

Clarity is not inspiration
Inspiration is not clarity
We dream so fiercely
We awaken the beasts.

We did the math
And found ways to cheat
We thought it through
And found ways to cheat.

Whether you lead or follow
In the same old hollow
The cheating ways
Spin us all around the circle.

No ejecta
No new-found paths
Spinning hugging misery
The nucleus of humanity.

Vented topsoil nation
1500m below the sea
A Bismarkian mystery
***** by the International Seabed Authority.

Yeah, I know
We weren't even there
To say aye or nay
But we're gonna **** it anyway.

"Inevitable environmental damage"
Plays backseat to the real "need"
And the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea
Gives the poor folks some of the proceeds...
Yippee.

"We are at the threshold of a new era of deep seabed mining."
Knowledge well worth having
But not executing
Not on this planet.

The Clarion-Clipperton Zone
An entire alien race's home
They think they have it all mapped
But it doesn't depict their head up their ***.

"Proper controls equals proper sustainability."
Are bold words for someone with no accountability
It's just a paycheck
For someone who doesn't give a ****.

Soil Machine Dynamics
Accomplishes the fantastic
With seafloor mining tools
Never before used.

We rise up
As we fall down
Choking on our own failures
With eyes to the sun.

So what is wrong
And what is right?
A formulaic diatribe
Denouncing young brides
An age-old hunger
For reacquaintance
With the same?

Old mothers and young wives
Brandished Ph.D's and lifelong strife
Carry the baby
Forget the rest
If there's love there's still no rest

*** bubbles up
Thinking its own thoughts
And the anniversary deathbed
Gets soaked again.

Generations of beds
Estate sales of lost loves
A splintered family is less rich
An over-achieving cote of doves.

How to be fierce
Without ****** the Earth
Is a rich boy's dilemma
The rest of us
**** who we wanna.