Keith W Fletcher

Keith W Fletcher Dec 2016

What is it
That drives this need
This compunction
You seem so willing
To assume
The weight of...
... responsibility for
These taciturn involutions
As well as...
Any residual guilt
That
Later on
May well be felt
When no solution
Exists
And all this
In some futile effort
To pretend
I don't exist
That you never saw me
When my hopeless soul
Or my misshapen body
Was right there
Before you
As you went on by
When you could have
Simply ... looked my way
Caught my eye
Smiled and said "hi"

Instead of pretending you didn't see me

Keith W Fletcher Dec 2016

Words......

Where does
The value of perception
Blend into the reality
Of convalescent mortality
For fleeting storms
Ravage the tranquility
Of complacent Minds
Before moving on

Then timidly we emerge
To find...
... What each one finds

Is the value of perception

Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016

OB.......

Have we become
So OBdurate
As to believe
Only by OBedience
Can we create
A future

Therefore all must be
OBedient servants ?
Encouraged
To OBey
Those visionaries
Who show
Through
An OBsfugated vision
Fraudulant validation
By an
OBiterdictum decree

"The OBjective
tolerates no OBjections !"

OBjugation
By those convinced
OBliging ...
Is an OBligation
Without any thought
To the OBlique they seek
To completely
OBliterate

Somehow convinced
OBlivion....
Complete OBliteration
Will heal this nation
OBlivious
To the fact
That this
OBlong view of history
And how often
We've seen this OBloquy
Cast it's shadow across nations
When OBnoxious
And OBscene inhuman beings
OBscurantist regimes
Lead their people
From OBscure into OBscurity

Wherein massive OBsequies
Are ever present
As are the OBsequious
Willing patrons
OBservable by
The nature of their ignorance

As they believe OBservance
And being an OBservant
Faithful Compatriot
Is equivalent to OBservation

Where in reality
Their darkness... so complete
They could no longer
See...the light and glory
Of the stars
From an OBservatory

Following the OBsessions
Of the exaulted Leader
They come to OBsess
Compelled
To seek and destroy
Dissenters and freethinkers
Who are to be made OBsolete

By their very existance
They are
Considered OBstacles
OBstinate non- conformists
With OBstreperous
OBstructionist agendas
Seeking to reverse course
By their Obtuse views ...
And philosophies
Believing that the Obverse
Must be seen

Or a time will come
When total OBviation
To save this nation
Becomes....
...all too...
.....OBVIOUS !!

Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016

Those lean years ahead

Hey you
Who raised sanctimonious
Erroneous
Viper blood spitting
Reactive element
Awaiting contributions
Vitriol
That you all
Provided even though
It must have collided
With those Christian values
You once made me
Believe
That you truly possessed
Never could I have guessed
How far
Values have digressed
I see no compatibility
Humility or the ability
To cultivate compassion
So in my heart of hearts
It will be just another ...
of those things...
We're so short of that we will have to ration

Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016

Celestial garbage

Mass population
Overthrow
Higher elevation
Another plateau
Reach for the sky
Shoot down the stars
Strung out
Flnng out
Like Celestial garbage
From here to Mars

Constant confusion
Insanity
Distant illusions
A travesty
Calling out
In silence
What do you hear
You'll hear nothing
If it's nothing - you fear

Spaced out perspectives
Right and wrong
Mission objectives
That go right along...
... With
Increasing intrusions and suicide
Seeking Solutions that's never been tried

Some of us hope
Unrelentingly believing
That the answers do exist
Somewhere
Out there in the void
Flung out
Strung out
Just like the stars
In some kind of celestial garbage bin
Stretching from Earth...
... All the way to Mars

Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016

Trips with Mom and Dad

Even if
Planned
Were the directions
As obsolete
As the reasons
For the journey
Once no one
But you
Was interested
And what lay ahead

Even if we were
To go along
There would be
Arguments
About where to stop
Where to go
Or which stations
To listen to
On the radio

Not like today
Where silent miles
Whirl Away
Beneath those
Encapsulated
That listen to
Which emanates from
Whichever source
Now substitutes
For the arguments
And the compromises

All in all
I wonder if the Riders
In the cocoons
Of
Independent
Absentee
Interactions
Realize what it is
That they
Will someday find
Was missing

Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016

Teeters Waters

Felt like I've been wondering around
Don't think I'm lost but that sure ain't found
Nobody seems to notice me
Set myself on pause as I look around
Saw  in  the far-off distance City of Gold and I said to myself that must be where I'm bound

Bought me a big brown bag of broken down chips
From a one-armed Soldier with a toy 45 hanging from his hips
Give me a 16 ounce bottle to catch the water that drips
From the stalactite that grew From his left fingertips
And I heard him yell hoarsly as I went on my way.... best be sure that you take small sips

Along.the steep winding trail where I made my way
To a purple-flowered valley where I found a 57 Chevy made all out of clay
And a broken pair of mannequins making love in the backseat who said be on your way
And I would have moved even faster if not for the locked gate and the half bald parrot that  blocked and   squawked
I need $0.86 exact change ...zact change. . zact change.
If you don't have the jack a loan we can arrange
I gave you three quarters  a penny and a dime
Then he looked at me like I committed a crime

ZACT CHANGE ...ZACT CHANGE he squawked to the pushy mannequin in the car
Shrugged his shoulder and said well there yarrr
You made the deal he had the freight
So now you little **** squawker you need to open the gate

Let the man through to be on his way
Then he yelled at my back don't be a stranger stop in next time you be this way
Just make sure it's not the third Monday in the month of May
That's when we go down to Marshmallow Creek for some fresh clay

And I heard em all start giggling as I made my way around the corner
Where I ran into a picnic table and there sat a silver lighter and I multi colored ****
Just beyond was a fat oily little    dump of a man
Perched on one end the silver teeter totter
And a purple eyed blonde Angel sitting on the other end he said how you do I'm bud this is my daughter
And you can share that bowl with us you got the price or some water
Now I know why the soldiers said I'd be best to take small sips
I handed the bottle to the shimmering blonde Angel
Who said   so sweetly in a voice that suddenly   dropped 6 octaves

"Hey buddy what gives!!"
Slowly I begin to realize where I really was
The guy on the other side of the counter sayin
"Are you alright cous?"
"I told you to take it easy - greasy
We call this blonde white angel "
He pointed to  purple and green bud on the end of the scale
"This is the best you will find for sale
Anywhere in the city of Golden
Maybe in all of Colorado"

So I got me a five gram bag
Went outside for fresh air and to sit at the picnic table
Where I mellowed out while I drank the rest of my bottle of Teeters Water......Wooow!!