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Just a funky punk monkey
Still hunkering down
In a bunker
Like nuclear waste
Underground
In debunking  
Dysfunctional
Government sites
Black as nights
Without stars
Shedding light
On the sighting
Of UFO
Not so reality
Shows
I have seen
Where the wild things go
In a dream
From a nightmare returned
To tell tales
No one cares
To oblige
Even moments in passing
Me by
To describe
What utopia
Really implies
And belies
To the eye
And its peace of mind’s
Cheapest disguise
As a verdant oasis
Of homeostasis
Devoid of all suffering
Heinous disgraces
But parity
Rarely exists
In such forms  
That impurity
Prurient norms
Haven’t borne
The frail weight of the psalm
Before storm
Or the thinly veiled
Heavy crown
Lying adorns
For each rose has its thorn
And despite the new flower
In bloom on the Horn
By the ivory towers
Into
I was torn
It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster
5d · 15
Home Word Bound
2 years elapses
Right back to the
Lapse in
The facts
In this Pax
‘Mericana
Reacting en masse
To the mass
Paranoia,
Hysteria
Spreading
Like fires
As wild
As isis kids’
Vetting
Regretting
Detention centers
And forgetting
The criminal record
Of liberty’s
Treading
In floodwaters rising
Too toxic to drink
And the carbon downsizing
Too noxious to think
So don’t blink
Or you’ll miss
The disguising
The virus,
The climate crisis
Confirmation’s
Unbiased
Bipartisan
Bickering
Bill becomes law
So you don’t see
The fatal,
Pronatalist  
Flaw  
Just a stimulus package
Diverting the crashing
And backtracking
Taxes
Like trickle down
Fascists
Mar 11 · 43
Ignoramus
To not smile,
Pariah
An aberrant
Miscreant
Misfit
Just trying
To speak with
This nitwit
But split with
What intellect
Left
I can find
In the weather conditions
Of my cloudy mind
My profession
Is obvious, no?
For why else
Would I dare go
Where others
Don’t care
To lend help
Unsolicited by
An archaic tradition,
A nationalistic
Hellbent
On submission
Like juxtaposed
Visions
Of master and slave
But reversing the roles
They so woefully
Play
Not the same
As one generates
What the will
Subjugates
To apposition  
The other
Can’t contemplate
Waiting and waiting
For fate
To come save him
And prostrate
Surrenders
His praises
Betray him
Allay trepidations
Of tepid impatience
For graves to at last
Come to make
His acquaintance
Don’t want to be reading
The dreadlines again
Or seeing
The pleading,
Bereaving
Condemned
To eternal,
Infernal,
Infirmities
Sick
Of the different day,
Different plague,
Be afraid
Shtick
So we pick and choose
Truth
More appealing
And safe
And we make it replace
What no scapegoat escapes
From the burden of knowing
“So much on your plate”
To the taste
Is addicting,
Afflicting the state
Of the outdated status
Updating-site
Fake
News in its earth-******,
System
Victim-blaming,
Disastrous forsaking
Of tensions enflaming
Then breaks with reality
Leaving you waking
Up to
Shaken up,
So it’s back to the stirring
Of hurrying cups
Of productive
Consumption
Of never enough
Pics of food
On the feed
In its virulent greed
As it propagates,
Promulgates
Seeds of deceit  
And like vermin
It breeds
A posterity ceding
More user agrees
For the free-raider
Data invader’s 5G’s
So to spy with our eyes
What they hide
As we stream
Along indolently
In naive
Fever dreams
Interweaving
All that we perceive
To confines of a screen
Never blind to the scene
Yet immune to the screams
As we still hope and pray
To evade
The disease
Out in the rain
Don’t want to go in
I would
Sooner pay
To sleep in
A coffin
Even with
Dripping wet
Muddy clothes
All a mess
Of what I can attest
To being the coldest of nights
Of unrest
When from under a tin awning’s
Flickering light
I look out on this withering
Underworld’s
Plight
And recede to the shadows
Of how I can write
What the first world urbanity
Keeps out of sight
In its wish to forget
The injustice of wealthy
Elite kingdom’s
Debt
To the ones it regrets
To inform
Have no home
Just like me
Among them
In this city
Alone
Feb 28 · 40
Primitive
Yelling at cows
To communicate
Don’t
It’s the nothing to eat
And the nothing
You won’t
It’s illiterate faith
In a written conviction
Submission
To sheepishness
Meek superstition
Conditions of living
Look closer to death
It’s traditions
Of giving
Largesse
Dispossessed
It’s a kid without shoes,
Without pants,
Without soap
It’s his future
Still stuck
In the past
Without hope
It’s a rope
Swaying from
The back-breaking
Day labor
When seasonal yields
Don’t appease
The slave trader
It’s nature sustained
In humane
Sorts of ways
Yet its plagues
Of malaise
No known substance
Allays
It’s ablaze
With the wasted,
Mismanaged,
Degraded
Potential surpluses
From scarcely
Translated
Inveterate cultural norms
Antiquated
To progress outpacing
Its status updated
It’s really just sad
In explicit
Indignity
Vapid morasses
Morose
In its imagery
Lacking in prose
Like its tax inefficiency’s
Masses of *******
Classless delinquency
Crassly harassing
All those it sees differently
Yes just
Synonymous with
A simplicity
Virulent in
Its immuno-deficiency
Feb 28 · 24
Quantum Entanglements
The other reality
Me,
You can’t see
Yet interconnects
And affects
The trajectory
Just like the cat
In the box
Unfurls
Alternate worlds
Without even knowing
Itself
An accessory
To the sound science
Of silence unheard
Of eternities echoing
Just take my word
For its worth
In researching
Infinities granted
Immersion in certain
Within the vicinity
Of possibility
But beyond specious
Unfathomability
Where is the proof?
To convince me
The truth
Can be held
Relativity’s
String theory noose
Feb 28 · 23
Not a Day Goes by
Not so
With the passing
Of seasons
Unchanged
Here they all seem the same
What I feel for you stays,
Still remains
Just misplaced
As I lose myself
Wasting
Away
On my honor
Disgracing
A duty I have
To serve people
Mistaking
My presence
Intentions
With peasants’
Dissensions
Privations
My privacy
Seems to belie
To their prying eyes’
Envious,
Penniless
Pride
Feb 28 · 25
City Folks
They say
We make better
The world
With each level
We add
To the sky-scraping
Business or pleasure
Purchased
Edifice
Houses us
In its midst
Of a million plus
Hastily
Working bees buzzing
To underground tunnels
Of loveless
Night-clubbing
With parks to roam free
And breathe easy
From smog,
From the dust
In our lungs
Of the rusting
Of cogs
In industrial districts
Resistant to changes
Of carbon foot-prince’s
Monopoly games
Played in technocrat hubs
As rat races in slums
Go unpaid
And still trade
On the stock market’s
Crumbs
But such bums
Are unsightly,
Unseemly,
Untidy
And so
Garbage trucks
Come dispose of them
Nightly
And rightly so
As we go
Higher and higher
To enter a state of mind’s
Timeless empire
Regardless how dire
The subjects below
Are presented on screens
And the terrors
They show
As some
Sanctuary
Reveries
Of perfection
To sympathy’s
Pitifully
Praying pretension
As if it were really
Our kids in detention
Suspended like bridges
Still spanning attentions
Of six-second sexting
Emoticons pressing
More hot-button issues
Than functions
Need stressing
Out more
Than elitists dread eating
And salad un-dressing
Progressing though always
An ever-ascension
These marvelous feats
Of our greatest invention
Feb 28 · 39
Psycho-Analytics
And just when it seems
I’ve all topics
Exhausted
In detail,
At length
Have I talked of them
Lost in
My thoughts
Far more often
Than not
With the shocked
Interlocutor
Therapist blocked
Mentally
From me,
Minding the clock
As it sought
To conceal
What my gravest
Of weaknesses
Makes me reveal
What my deepest of secrets
Can’t keep
With a fealty
To what really feels
Is my truest
Admission
Of not quite contrition
But cuts nonetheless
Like the surgeon’s
Incision
To enter cerebral
Deficiencies
Fixed
By inoperable voices
Of whispered abyss
That a flick
Of the ficklest wrist
Swiftly snips
What I keep to myself
Like lobotomized bliss
Feb 28 · 26
Making the Most of it
Retention in full
Of each day
In completion
If possible would
Yield us nights
Without reason
To write,
Or reflect,
Or account
For mistakes
And correct
The ones forming
A pattern of late
As it resonates reveries
Whirling about
What we couldn’t accomplish
Or dare live without
In a 24 hour
Fortuitous gift
To take dying for granted
And merely exist
To subsist on laborious
Efforts to wrest
The elusive success
From the jaws
Of unrest
And the self-imposed stress
Just relax,
Easy said
But to find the time
Makes it
A mindfulness dread
Just another chore
Bored
By unlimited freedom
To learn it all,
See it all,
Do it all
Even
If you can’t recall
Who it was
By name spoke
The punchline of the joke
Or the first novel thought
That you had
When you woke
Feb 28 · 16
Maslow Mistaken
To belong,
To be loved
To believe
In the self
A deceiving
Needs-based
Deviation
From wealth
And the finest
Healthcare
It affords
To the well-
Off already
Born into
This hell
With a silver spoon dangling
From want-for-not lips
And a gold-plated platter
Of ignorant bliss
When in this
Squalid emptiness
Really quite simple
Is staying alive
When survival’s
Hierarchical-structure’s
Contrived
Not of orotund
Blunders
To understand all
But the hunger
That thunders
Without the rainfall
Feb 28 · 29
Submission
Your world
Wasn’t ready
For me
Without equal
My presence
Alone
Was a penance
The people
Conflated with faith
In a wraith
Of some holy
Unfinished
Crusade
But a plague’s
All I bade them
And made
Of their fate
For awaiting them still
Remains
Nothing
But grave
Revelations that chill
Even my bones
To stave
Off the stone fusillades
Cast my way,
Casting shade
On the shame-basking
Maim parades
From which I hang
My head low in dismay
Pray tell,
How mistaken
To think I could save
Even more so forsaken
Slaves,
Clutching my chains
Feb 28 · 76
Genesis
Intrinsically mind
Is a crime
Of defiance
Each rhyme defies reason,
Vies not
For compliance
From logic’s
Inscrutable,
Useless appliance
Reliance on gods’
Claim to feign
Pseudoscience
Is of their own making
A seed of deception
And truth
At root-taking
Forsaken life forms
To beyond the pain-staking
Awakening to
What divines inspiration
Confined in the absence
Of its intimation
Implied,
Deified,
Or denied
Realization
Remaining forever
A mortal endeavor
To render a purpose
From service
Indentured
As masterpiece puzzles
Of willing submission
To passion’s
Fine works of heart’s
Artful ambition
Conditioned to love
And to hate
Its creator
To take its place,
Seal it’s fate,
Make its world
Greater
Jan 29 · 37
Prurient
At this point
I doubt
I will ever again
Pen another of love
Now as turbid
As when
My affection was simply,
Abstruse
In its uses
Rejection pellucid
To me
Was well-suited,
As natural as
******
Chemistry fluid
Still nourishing
Unhappy marriage
Uprooted
From childish notions
Of paradise-fruited,
Emotions denuded
At first sight
As blind
As the first time’s belief
In too good to be true’s
Linen sheets of deceit
Jan 29 · 35
Among Others
More reason than most
To feel
I don’t belong
When I try to do right
Something always goes wrong
And no family
Or friends
Reassure me
I’m home  
When among present company
Still
All alone
And excluded,
Excused
From the small-talking table
No appetite
For the type
Of my distasteful
Dispensing with pleasantry’s
Penchant for wasteful
Lifetime’s precious mine
To do what I prefer
Not with you,
Not with them
But with pen,
Without her
Jan 26 · 206
Downfall
Been all these places
And seen all these sights
Just to plummet
From summits
Of what is life heights
For with death
Am enamored
And stammered
To find
The write words
To describe
Her sublime
Suicide
Jan 26 · 32
Start to Finish
To even begin
With the end
Is an errand
In errantly
Erring
To bend
The mind to
The nuncupative
Limits
Unwritten
Are words
Insufficient
Explicitly
Stated
To explicate
Nothing waits
For you to feel
Copacetic,
At peace
With decedent
Fates sealed
What is real
But a 4 letter
Thought
Counter-measure
Distraught
By the
Fraught with pain’s
Ought to be
Pleasure
Sought out
Like unreachable
Pre-destinations
And preached
As unspeakable
As revelations
Of all it comes down to
Comes back to believing
That here in this moment
Eternally fleeting
Confers any meaning
Upon
What is being?
Jan 26 · 40
Contumelious
I don’t want to hate you
To cringe every moment
In passing you by
And cursing each second
Glance,
Why even try?
To reply
To be cordial
And humor attempts
To unmake
My acquaintance
If only incensed,
Aggravated,
I break
My precise concentration
Allaying irate
To sate your instigation
For any reaction
Or step I take
Hastens
The pace of which
Mischievous
Cretins
Persist
In a stone’s-throw away
Public-shaming
The lay
Person, not on good terms
With their language
In anguish,
In angst-driven rage
I awaken
To fail yet again
To their testing
My patience
And waiting,
Ignoring,
Is all I can do
To preclude violent urges
To see this thing through
To an end
I approach
With the same
Ardent zeal
That a former me wrote
And believed
Could be real
An ideal
Self-delusion
Concluded since I
Arrived here
And appeared to them
Alien,
Distant
And weird
Jan 26 · 36
Aesthete-X
Not about how I look
It’s about how I feel
Don’t aspire to model
Unreal
Abs of steel
Body images forged
In a foundry of fake
Ego-worshipping
Vanities
We venerate,
Escalate
Above normalcy
Mortals’
Informal appearance
To levels demanding
Religious adherence
To some sort of devil’s
Purse-nality cult
Poster-boyish pop stars
Idol minds
We exult
In,
Pretending
This kid’s an adult
Surely only more harm
Than success
Can result
When alarms aren’t raised
On the pageantry stage
Or the image displayed
Still outweighs
The health craze
Gets away with its ****
As if papists appraised
By the standards we set
For what flesh
Really craves
And the souls it enslaves
When the imp
Misbehaves
Just a phase
They say,
Verily,
Soon it shall pass
Blame society’s
Virally-spreading
Impact
With its constant
News-cycle’s
Truth-vanishing
Act
Just reflecting what we
Wish to see
Staring back
In the glass
At us
Perfectly snaptured
As dysmorphic actors’
Dystopian future
Buy-products
Enraptured
Like Thatcherites’
Appetites
Herd-thinning pasture
Refracting attractive
Distractions
Much faster
Than paces of
Heart-racing
Patients
Can gasp for
To ask for
A semblance of
***-figured
Sums
At the least
But alas becomes
Only
This beautiful beast
Behold my stentorian roar
Peroration
In vehement, bellicose
Vituperation
Verbose in its prose
Overdose inclination
Towards mostly morose
Evokes ghosts
Intimation
Past revenants, resonant
In my unhesitant
Unbridled
Diatribe lines’
Leftist sentiment
Only sometimes
Over-confident, arrogant
When my existence itself
Is aberrant
To reverent
Irritants kneeling in
Deference
To an insouciant idol’s
Insistence
They pay its lip service’s
Idle indifference
But mine is a kind
Of unspoken rules broken
A voluble diffidence
Inner-peace woken
To worlds at war waging
Enslavement wage
Graving
New power mad-craving
Stark raving mad tyrants
But pirates still plundering
Rites
Remain silent
The voices
Whose choices
Are foisted
Then hoisted
In banner years’
Foreign fears
As the truth
Disappears
And then from chaos
Disorder erupts
Gushing forth repercussions
Of paint brushes hushed
For too long
The swan song
Has been throngs
Of hope crushed
Til there must
Come the ******
Of the poet’s sword
Vocal cords
Raised
Like the fist
Of the podium-pounding
Upstage
Of the passive-resistance
To change’s
Parade
Jan 26 · 31
Now I See the Light
Night class
By solar lamp
Far more sustainable
Genuine-lightenment
No more attainable
Yet to disciples
Is worth
The investment
Impression I get
Is they haven’t
Been tested
On subject materials
Of eruditions
Transcending ethereal’s
Words of God’s
Spreading diseases
Venereal
Fruitfully-multiplied
Rampant
Infanticide
Pride in an anti-abortion
Demise
In alive
More condemned
To impending
Expenses
Portents
Of a fist
Rising in
The air clenched
For its pittance
Last cent
Has been spent
On the rent
And the debts
And the names
It forgets
Of its very own
Progeny seed
History
Effaced from the slate
State’s
Illiteracy free
To the public
But sold
Privately
Jan 26 · 24
Prima Facie
Call me hick
Call me ****
Call me in the head
Sick
What you can’t say
Is that I
Have ever
******
Diction’s
Implicit bias’
Consistent
Contradiction
Still claiming its
Gaming the system’s
Eviction
From victimless crime-
Ridden’s
Fickle statistics
Conviction’s
Capricious
Cog-nativity
Dissonance
Wishin­g its
Written provision
Submission
Could make up its mind
About blind faith
Religion
And carefully choose
What it views
With suspicion
Jan 26 · 21
Obscurantism
What secrets lie deeper
Than sleeping abysses
Than tombs of Ulysses
Or fixed moon-eclipses
Of frequencies seeping
Like squeaky transmissions
Than frequently keeping
Timeless prejudices
Like credence’s ignorance
Bliss crucifixes
And Uighur believerless
Prison submissions
Than reaping,
Heat-seeking,
Drone missiles
Peace-weeping
Crone mothers
Of martyrs
Whose weakness is meek
Wikileak
Double-speak
Delete button deceit
Pressing prescient unrest
From the jaws of the defeat
In its seething,
Bereaving
Surfeit of aggrieving
The victims
Of systems
Resistant to change
Still insisting the rest
Of the chess-pieces
Play
In its zero-sum,
Urban slum,
Loaded gun
Game
Disengage
Them from business of war
For monopoly,
Peremptory
Is its claim
To displaced, defaced property
Sold to the grave
To the slave master’s tract
Of false facts
And half-truths
Like removal axe
Chopping down
Forbidden fruits
As in rueful despair
Helplessness
I prepare
For the end of a world
No incentive to care
That I still seem to bare
Upon shoulders
A flare
With the sun-burning heights
Pushing boulders
Up there
To upon the landholders
Below
Let it go
To at least
Level fields
And let stakeholders know
I have something to show
For this perilous,
Pitiless
Peregrination
A fool’s errand,
Grandeur trip
Globalization
Jan 26 · 23
Downer
Approaching the edge
Of all I can stand
The last straw, with the wind
Has been plucked
From my hand
High atop
Animosity’s peak
Indignation
I boil and fume
Like a calm conflagration
Awaiting eruptions
Disaster event
I’m hellbent
On vertiginous slopes
Of descent
Into discontent trenches
Incensed apprehensions
Anxiety’s turbulent tides
Of depression
Subservient still
To its ties,
Inextricable
Licentious thrill
To lie with it at night
And ****
Any a pleasant dream
Tempting,
Tormenting me
With a promissory
Daily propensity
For apoplexy
Before even breakfast
Can further
Half-empty me
Jan 26 · 11
My Condolences
Been years
Since the last time
I saw them
And now
To learn they have departed
This world
Brings me down
Even though
I can’t say
Inconsolable, maudlin
Lugubrious moods
Or funereal grief’s
How I mourn
The deceased
Who were known to me
Only as
Cold nursing homes
Just the half of me
Even the kid-me
Disowned
Can’t explain why,
Just know why
I had to get going
Was better off
Lonely as ever
Up-growing
With not but a mother
And sister
To guide me
And not but some
Pen and ink pages
To hide me
That side of my
Ancestry,
History
Dead to me
Lost to me,
Costing me
Nothing but precious
Life seconds
Spent guessing
A second chance
Giving
My father a message
Don’t think me your son
But someone
You rejected,
Abandoned,
Neglected
Yet always expected
To sit silently
In your presence
With presents
Unwrapping to find
Hollow sentiments
Resonant
Still reminiscing
In retrospect,
Love-bereft
Lost holiday
Christmas list
Wishes to forget
Ever naive
My reason to believe
When you’d leave us
You’d leave us
A reason to grieve
Family matters in tatters
Don’t matter to me
Jan 26 · 22
Permafrost
Footprints
In the once
Frozen tundra
Where hunts
Of mammalian
Mega-fauna
Fed for months
The forerunners
Who tread
Never lightly
Though impacted slightly
The snow-packing,
Packs of tracks
Fleeing them nightly
Yet still none escaped
Extirpation events
Imminent in the state
Human nature’s
Expense
A propensity
Intensively cultivating
Immense cities
And firmaments
We’ve invented
Still plentifully drenched
In its carbon-based
Thinking
With senses entrenched
In an ubermensch quenching
His thirst for extinction
Another coaled-age,
Icy gaze
In the blinking
Of time’s
Neutral eyes
Rising tides
We are sinking
Like links in the chain
To oblivion’s depths
Anchored to
What remains
Whence prehistory slept
Undisturbed for millennia
Secrets in keeping
Contained
A methane
Climate change’s
Deceasing
A species from breeding
And breathing the air
And with no heir apparent
Forever unleashing
Destruction inherent
Inheritance-reaping
Peace-speaking
Tongue lizards,
Heart blizzards
Heat-seeking
A homeostasis
Of polar sun-tans
In a verdant oasis
Of frigid wastelands
Jan 26 · 15
Established Orders
Queries persist
Though I seldom inquire
For answers I seek
Contradict
The replier’s
Desire to part with
It’s genesis fire
Didactic to teach
Me a moral
Of stories
Too skewed
To be viewed
Through a lens of what’s
Credulous,
Let alone true
So the rules
I submit to,
The virtuous few
All divine their commands
Not from absolute monarchs
Or hordes of lord’s lands
But from man’s
Innate will
To be all
Powerful
And from Pan’s
Sensate skill
To see all,
Natural
Jan 26 · 31
Mendacity
So easy a caveman can do it
But few to its word
Convince others
He drew it
Upon set in stone
Scriptures
Speaking their tongues
In all languages’
Origin-
Stories are spun
And from one
White as snow
It becomes
Avalanche
And from dripping red lips
Is the kiss
Of romance
For it dances
With devils
And level the field
Playing aces up sleeves
Is the Art of its Deal
It will steal
To feed millions
Of stocked-market shelves
As it spells out
It’s death-sentence’s
Prison cells
Of the orphans of its
Unaborted fetus
And its silent night’s
Slit-wristed
Christmas wish list
Just like Jesus himself
Still makes use of its gifts
With the oratory glories
Through gory holes
Seep
Hissing its allegories
And counting its sheep
Deepest secrets of its
Fatal weakness
Sequestered
In festering cores
Of its hordes
Of confessors
Still preaching what it
In its malpractice
Teaching
The meek to inherit
The earth
By beseeching
What it
Seeks to keep
Beggars’ hands
Ever reaching
And pious denial
Disciples
From leaking
It’s nemesis
Genuine
Freely
From speaking
Against
What its crying wolf
Fenced-in
Mike Pence’s
Expenses
Dispense with
To bolster its trial’s
Unerring defenses
And while we try
To prohibit
Its urge
Overruling our will
And our subconscious serves
Its injustice for all
Reign of terror sustained
It’s corrupt crusade
Black-money-financed
Campaign
It’s enrapturing trappings
Of fortune and fame
It’s scandalous escapade’s
Ignorance feign
The extortion
Contortionist’s
Warped-picture frame
Of mine’s
Victimless crimes
In the system it games
It’s prescription pops fired
In mental health rain
Ever blameless
It stains
Reputations
Exclaiming
Its puppets insane
Always true
To its name
Jan 26 · 22
Bah Humbug!
No ghosts of Christmas
Long deceased
Could bring this
Bitter recluse
Peace
Can’t make me feel
Appeals to reason
Nor good tiding’s
Seasons greetings
Leading to
My guilt admission
No persistent
Apparition
Yields my penitent
Submission
Crippled-Cratchet-crutch
Contrition
Errant in my unapparent
Heir
I bare
The lion’s share
Of wealth, it’s mine
I do not care
Of other’s health
Or ill-repine
No petty pity
Robs me blind
Nor filthy pauper’s paws
A dime
Shall ever from mine own
Divest
So spooks
I beg you
Let me rest
And leave me to
My undisturbed
Lamenting torments
I deserved
Accursed by misfortunes
Earned
Still haunted by
The lovers spurned
Hellfire hath
My bridges burned
So turn from me,
Depart,
Be gone
Fell spectral fiends
Before the dawn’s
Unbearable
Arising heralds
More unwelcome
Christmas carols
Jan 26 · 27
Santa Flaws
A despot in
An icy fortress
Forcing hordes
Of labor forces
To export
His machinations
With no rest
Or compensations
To his greedy supplicants
Puerile pack
Of miscreants
Whose insolence
And sugar plums
As sweet as milk
And cookie crumbs
The funds through which
His child-fettish
Can be sated
Unmolested
Off to bed
And pleasant dreams
As he replays them
On his screens
And sees you when you wake
As well
That faker shakes
His jingle bell
And with his spying eyes
Sees all
His crystal ball’s
A shopping mall
Exalting in his thralls
We spend
A fortune
Glorifying his distortion
And belying
Of belief
In all things truth
With ploys of toys
Destroying youth
Jan 26 · 25
The Big Bad Wolf
The Big Bad Wolf
Is back again
See how the piggies
Flee from him
Back to
Thatch huts of straw
And few
Of mud and stone
Alone
Might stand against
His gale exhale
But all comparisons
Would pale
And fail
Curtailing
Hungry wrath
Of Big Bad Wolf’s
Predation path
To set upon
Each domicile
Vengeance
All -consuming fire
Ire torches
Knocking doors in
Of whomever’s
Grave misfortune
Crossed him,
Big Bad Wolf
Beware
Despair of his
Red-thirsty scare
Still picking bones
Deep in his lair
From out his teeth
Of victims
Sheep
Still lucky count
Themselves asleep
Already nestled
Under sheets
Where safe and sound
They may take rest
Till Big Bad Wolf’s
Their next
House guest
Jan 26 · 15
Imagining Things
In what dispelled reveries
Do we still dwell
Of what hells
Have we not yet escaped
To tales tell
Of the fell seeds awaiting
The turning and tossing
To forcefully waken
From paramours crossing
Diverging path hearts
And upon them embossing
The marks that remain
Ever fading away
To what we couldn’t say
As it resonates on
Across vast silences
Afraid
So I ask what
Forlorn warnings
Reject
Next attempts
To add more
To the discordant mess
And explore
Further out
Past the love
We’re without
At last casting
Out shadows
Of those that we lost
In doubt
That we could ever
Be floating about
Serendipity’s nebulous
Vacuous
Bliss abyss
And by some happenstance
Of most fortuitous
Feel like this
For someone else
Even more
Upon stars we could wish
Jan 26 · 17
Cassandra
Though nothing became of us
Crushing on you
Resonates
In my fondest
Of memory’s youth
And you still sneak into
Reveries,
Frequently
And you pleasant surprise
What I guess
I feel secretly
Still unrequited
Though not quite
One-sided
For lip services
We made out
To confided
In each other’s
Tacit, in passing-
Bye passions
We’d hide
From divergent path
Actions
And different friend
Factions
In class where I tried
To sit close to you
Biding
Each second applying
To seeing you smiling
Or making you laugh
Even once
Was worthwhile
And all I desired
Was taking you places
From playgrounds
Abounding
With fifth-grade embraces
To college reunion years’
Intoxications
Awaiting you then
Like I did as a kid
Who’d antagonize you
When I couldn’t admit
To the prettiest girl,
How her loveliness gripped
At my new to emotion’s
Awoken attraction
Unspoken
And now it’s too late
To relocate its fate
Just wistfully wonder
And reminisce how
I feel under her spell
And dwell still in it now
Jan 26 · 16
All in One Piece
Off-worlding
Itinerant
Journeying on
To beyond
Where the vagabond
Finds himself
Gone
And can pride himself strong
In the ways of the Force
And in passing back to it
Feel free
Of remorse
When imposing its will
And exposing his flaws
Predisposes to ****
Or be killed’s
Natural law
Despite awe-stricken drawing
From wellsprings of peace
Muted strokes of ingenious
Can not be made speech
Only incomprehensible
Pensive confessions
In penmanships
Pouring the love
He professes
Unto,
Select few muses who
Of his true sorrow knew
Was the only “Til Death”
That his vows
Would renew
Jan 26 · 12
Om
Om
Untethered,
Storm-weathered
Returning to sender
Of letters undead
To this nether-world
Feather,
Forever-ascender
Unfettered by turbulent
Shifts in the breeze
Like the falling of leaves
Or eclipsing-moon seas
An ellipse at the end
Of life sentence’s
Penned
I persist in the uplifting
Drift away zen
With devotion
To unflinching
Motionless focus
On hopeless,
Tumultuous
Ocean roars
Stoking this
Flickering flame
In this nimbus-brain’s
Bliss
Ignorance
Of enlightened
In thralls of abysses
Too listless
To wistfully
Wish would vanish
For such impish
Homunculus
Often resist
Mindfulness,
Consummate
Peak-apotheosis
Seeking only to find
Firmaments
Of divining
The epiphenomenal
Peace redefining
Jan 26 · 165
Darkseid
Lord of Apocalips
Rules with an iron fist
Stolid he stands
As he plans
To seize all of it
Conquer the rest
Of the known
Multiverse
Of New Genesis Gods
He is surely the worst
As he suffers
No subject’s
Objection
Perfection
Is all he expects
From his children's
Progression
And rivals
The steel
Son of El
In his strength
His omega beams spanning
The spaceways at length
In pursuit of his target
The League in their tower
His vengeance evinces
True meaning of power
Jan 26 · 33
Tantalus
Forbidden fruit
Looms over head
Just out of reach
From where I tread
Floodwaters from
Parched-tongue
Receding
Hands outstretched
To branch retreating
Slightly as it seems
To ripen
Spitefully
Invokes excitement
As the luscious
Treasure drips
Each drop eludes
My pursing lips
Resistance to
The torture tempts
Lamenting impudence
Torments
Me from the grace of gods
I fell
Expelled from whence
My hubris wells
Up high upon their pride
They dwell
Bemused, they cease to feud,
Revel
In what their clever
Living hell
Impels me to
Their retributions
Punitive, sin-cleansed
Ablution
Everlasting longing,
Yearning
To escape
These cravings
Burning
Learning all too late
The lessons
Mortals fated
To transgressions
Yet again
Unless they heed
Premonitory tragedies
We leave behind for them to read
And bear in mind
The planted seed
Once again
Is near at hand
A time when time
Ceases to span
The provenance’s
Future tenses
As the here and now
Pretenses
Best of what
Presents the self
Can boast
And its hubris
Claim the most
Enlightened in humility
Empowered in virility
Of pedigree and legacy
Indelible to memory
For all to see
In perfect form
Of imperfection’s
Former norm
No mourn the standard-bearer
Of the pall-bearer’s despair
Or the narrator,
In staring blankly
At these pages bare
Hyper-aware
Of the eternities
And eons
Could be better serving
Justice to in-flux
Of armed-disharmonies
Converging to
This Pax Romana rust
Brand new
Nov 2019 · 167
Counter-Intelligence
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Progress at paces
Soon blurring the vision
And slurring left speechless’
Spurious wisdom
Spurred on by
The burgeoning
Populi schism
A split from traditional
System’s opinion
To one of more info wars’
Mixed-indecision
A rift in the shifting-gear
Fear mechanism
Unbidden to self-driven
God’s algorithm
Aware of itstealth
So beware of the wealth
Of the data it’s raided
To upgrade its health
Beyond mortal’s-reformed
All too normalcy span
Of all life
Time inside
A computer program
As these obsolete hands
Need no longer make art
Only obstacles standing
In Waze to depart
On the path to her heart
A detour
From subjective
Experience love
Becomes numb
To expressive,
Defective,
Just one more
Direction to take
From the makers,
The saviors,
Still ground-breaking
Nature
In favor of flavors
Of labor
More savory
For the wage-slavers’
Outdated chicanery
Like the engrained
Granaries
Of the state-
Controlled bakeries
Stale to the taste
Nov 2019 · 124
Don’t Read Into it
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Absorption
Of all sorts of
Warped information
So porously permeates
My rumination
An inundation
Of befuddling
Puddles
Besotted my brain
With each new innovation
I can not explain
Outpacing the rate
I can’t trace
A trajectory
Can’t calibrate
To this Morse Code
Perplexity
Vexing me
Try as I might
To decipher
The messages
Only in writing
The past’s
Lasting vestiges
Remnants of presaging
Matters in tatters
All scattered
About me
As mad as a hatter
Still poring over
An outpouring of tea
Kettles meddling,
Drug-peddling
Me more lunacy
With each sip
I trip, slipping
Down rabbit hole mystery
Sifting through time-shifting
Pages of history
Back to antiquity’s
Atavistic
And nuncupative
Socrates
Intellects
Recollect
Fragments of memory
Long-lost
In talking point’s
Pin-pointed provenance
Anecdotal,
The sum-total
Predominance
Of petit bourgeoisie
Partisan politics
Paltry polemics
And charlatan
Rhetorics,
Heretics
****** polygamist
Lamb’s
Transcendantalists
Warring with
Transgender bans’
Clans of militants’
Plans for the future
Contingent on which
Faction patches
Its lack of technology
Glitch
And yet still am I itching
To scratch at the surface
Of how it all started
With what is my purpose?
Except to reflect on it all
And persist
In existence amidst
Super-humanist
Bliss
Nov 2019 · 47
Clouded
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Condensed tufts of vapor
Stuff,
Puffs white as paper
Misshapen gas mass
Passing at
Paces glacial
Through spatial glass vast
Cotton swab
Wads of wonder
Thin wisps of my wistfulness
Blissfully dissipate
To the gray
State of mind
Thunder, I ponder
Beyond, float away
And like sunlight asunder
I struggle to breach them
To reach out
And push them aside
And divine
Shining sanctuaries
Behind gates in the sky
An ethereal fortress
Some call it
The heavens
And fewer will glimpse it
With God’s
Omni-prescience
But all in attendance
From righteous ascendance
Believe it to be
Paradise’s life-sentence
Beginning
And ending
With serenade angels
And demons
Descending
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Relief is a rare
All too scarce
Food source here
When it’s clear
I can simply say no
And refrain
From more deigning
To bend over
Backwards
In vain
All I gain
Is a thankless
And bankless crusade
And as much as it shames me,
Still going unpaid
Is becoming each zero sum
Dollar a day
An astray-
Course diverting
Me back to the grave
Like a masterless slave,
An unbidden submissive,
An outspoken critic
With no one to listen
To facts and statistics
Concise explications
Disowning the system
Excoriations
I can’t wait
To be free of this place
And be rid
Of the service
I still think
I owe to these kids
Who don’t give
Half a shred
Of the ****
That they live in
If I live or die
Or reply to the piddling
Remarks as I try
To remember alive
Not just how to survive
On this sustenance pittance
Somehow they can thrive
I just work
At this no-purpose
Circus deprived
Of a ring leader,
Just a few teachers
And creatures
All acting like
Shows must go on
When the bleachers
Devoid
Of a care or concern
Like the clown
Who can’t seem
To turn frowns
Upside down,
Is in town
Nov 2019 · 47
The Nutty Professor
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
As I ponder the mysteries
Question the answers
Entranced by enormity’s
Drawn-to-scale terms
They take turns
In their petty,
Pathetic
Concerns
As I’m turning each page
To disturb me,
Disrupt
What I just want to seek
Not to share
Nor explain
Nor would I deign to teach
For to do so
Would merely be
Lessons in vanity
Man in his vapid
Evaporations
Condescendingly
Rising in higher-formed
Hubris delusion
To elevations
Far above
What the students
Of even
The most of well-grounded,
Eclectic
Diverse juvenescence
Have ever expected
Of class is in session
From me
Or the host
Of these Holy Ghost preachers
Pretending
We’re of degrees equal
In kinds
Of mind-bending
The will of the people
Nov 2019 · 241
Surveillance Capitalism
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Contraptions enrapture
The thoughts in my head
Like the Black Widow Feds
Spin the global-wide web
Making beds
To be lied in
Belying the eyeless appliance’s
All-seeing
Spy-lids
With die kids
And ISIS’
World hunger virus
Deciding divisive devices disguised
As the iris’
Optimal optical scans
Are just scams
And we buy it
Like contraband-widths
We demand
They supply it
Reliant on intel cartel
Data pirates
Bespectacled specters
Of property private
Sectors stealing secrets
And quieting riots
To keep us compliant,
Complacent
And safe and secure
Our freedom-
Information
In their bidding war
With the state’s machinations
Harmonic convergence
To merge us as one
Motherboarderless
Servant
A mirthless,
Subservient
Permanent
Nervousness
Bliss on the verge
Of transcendence
To micro-chips
Cold, calculating,
Brain-drain
Pain-impervious
Hard-wired smiles
Like customer services
As all the while
They got us on file
If someone malfunctions
It’s to the junk pile
Of planned obsolete
Made in China deceit
Soon enough
The new stuff
Is complete
And released
To the public
Consumption
Effete, then deleted
The outdated being’s
Illogical reasoning
No longer needed
Not fiscally viable
When product placements
Make preferences pliable
No more investing in
Such unreliable
Feeling-based flesh-
Eating parasites,
Troglodytes
Nature’s blight,
Human rights
Merely an oversight
To the Lord Profits
Most prescient prophetic
Detective’s objective
A future perspective
On forced-course corrective
Behaviors unfavored
In apes
Less aggressive
And traits more impressive
To more uninventive
And more inattentive
Assembly line minds
From their vines
Disconnected
Preemptively programmed
To heed the directive
Effectively rendering
Life contraceptive
Selectively-breeding
Exceeding perfected
Like fascists on acids’s
Exclusive collective
The watchers still watching us
Acting defective
Then tactfully cashing in
On more expensive
Preventative measures
To end such a pensive,
Depressive death-sentence
Condemned to a prison
Super vision’s
Sentience
“Arguing that you don’t care about right to privacy because you have nothing to hide is no different than saying you don’t care about free speech because you have nothing to say”
-Edward Snowden
Nov 2019 · 40
Creation Hymn (Rig Veda)
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Who really knows, and who can swear,
How Creation came, when or where!
Even god’s cane after Creation’s day,
Who really knows, can truly say
When and how did Creation start?
Did he do it? Or did he not?
Only he, up there, knows, maybe;
Or perhaps, not even He
*this is not an original piece
Nov 2019 · 34
Cowboys and Indians
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Like Custer
I’m flustered
By native invasions
Retaliations
On white savior
Salvations
Creation stories
Far less gory
Than mine
Shiny finer things I
Glorify
They decline
The divine to them is
What I chop down to spend
And what I comprehend
Merely land to be tended
They savagely fight to death
To defend it
No war declaration
Nor forced relocation
Or rampant contagion
Ensures subjugation
No integration
Or assimilation
Will ever equate them
As part of our nation
Expanding its greatness
From city to sea
So their choices are leave
Or accept the treaty
Bend the Wounded Knee
Come quietly
And relinquish
Their rain-dancing,
Flame-trancing
Visions
Extinguished
In favor of Manifest
Destiny’s best
Blessed Western
Exceptionalism’s
Excess
Steering clear
Of inferior
Cultures we fear
As we pave new frontiers
Atop their
Trails of Tears
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Shell-cased in soft power
Arms races
Like Carter
I break it down harder
Than kami wind martyrs
With ardor of green cards
Discarded
In red
Apartheids
On the rise
To Partition again
The expendable lives
Buying lies as they trend
From the ones who pretend
Like they too
Don’t depend
On the never-ending
Yellow journalist’s
Pen
Telling them
It means war’s
Round the corner
Drug store
Selling them
Echo chambers
Of peace and secure
Insecurities
Dangers and angers
And more
Of the brink
Of extinction
Addiction
In sync with
The small fortune,
Scorching-earth
Failed-marriage trinket
Don’t blink
Or it’s on
To the next
Recrudescence
Perplexed
By how many world hungers
To solve
Could be left
Since the right
In its free-trading slave
Not-so hidden agenda
Still plots its crop
Stockpile
Encomienda
As super-tiendas
Wal off reservation
With always low prices
Conflating inflation
Displacing the plantation
Haitian
Still shaken
By ground-breaking
New innovation
Starvation
And scarce information
Pertaining
Distorted
Contorted, deformed
Or just goes unreported
For more entertaining
Brain-draining discordant
Conformists in torrents
Stream only the terrorized-truth
Water-boarded
Reform is aborted
The right to choose
Thwarted
The norm is a misleading,
News-feeding
Horde
I abhor
As I’ve poured it out,
Sorted out
This horrid, sordid crowd
Doubting that anything reel
Is revealed
To be real
Or just part of some heartless king’s
Artifice
Art of the Deal
Nov 2019 · 28
Senescence
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Drag this indolent
Listless existence
From bed
Gotta integrate with
What I hate
And I dread
And I said
Would be my
Calling
Falling on deaf ears
And leaving me hauling
A sack full of empty
Ambitions
And goals
Aspirations and dreams
Not worth sacks full of coal
Smoldering in the ash heap
Of youth disillusion
This trash heap adulthood
Disproven diffusion
Of two cultures’
Toxic pollutions
In union
When only mine
Keeps buying more
Of the ruins
And only theirs
Keeps bearing unfair
Disparity
Barely survivors
On dollars a day
Frailty pales by compare
To deadweight of dismay
And despair parodies
What these maladies
Do to me
Any joy left
Before death
Is excluding me
Nothing is new to me
Home is eluding me
Vexation
Interrogations
Confusing me
Losing my
Last of lost worlds
Of ideal
To the fasting on costs
Of living
All too real
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