All on your back in life and death
Weight of the world on your bare back
Carrying a nuclear backpack for Cuban Soviet missiles
Darling lady riding your back in the dawn surf
Tiger clawing your back as you flee the jungle
Car engine weighing you down back style new parts
Bust your back bend your knees picking up your cat
Bergen on your back as you hike the Eigar North face
Weight of dead souls pushing you back down
Rugby playing popped your spine like piano keys
Take care of your back or its chair time

Laser Fusion Rocket Engine
When a nuclear bomb explodes
It shatters everything at a molecular level
At the Point of Detonation
I would protect you from all harm
At Ground Zero no matter what
There are reasons we do not know
Just out of reach and grasp
But not understanding
For spinning worlds bring together
Twin beams of energy
Untethered from their restrainer
With whom they belong
No more and now as one
For theirs’ is love and more
Pass the mundane...

Shoot the shell in the sky
Up up and away
To fall far over there
On enemy positions
Blowing them up
The way its meant to be
Long range fires aimed
At the enemy who does
Exactly the same to us
We are not the same
His blood is not red
Not are his thoughts pure
Or intent good
For he is our enemy
And must be defeated
Totally by all means

Wisely Wise
On the mountain lived a wise person
Nobody called them a witch
Or threatened them with fire at the stake

They knew about plants and herbs
About what to eat and what not
And they could heal with plants

Making food with fruit and vegetables
Including meat and fish when needed
Drinking fresh spring water

Living in a cave near the summit
Close to the ancestors’ souls and graves
Such a timeless place full of life

And answers to all the questions
That one could ask
Go there now...

FLY
Forever high in the sky
Living up in the ether
Yearning for my freedom

Where were you when they assassinated Mark Zuckerberg?
I was having a crap and using Facebook
I was promoting this book in ****** groups
The ******* blocked me from posting
Because my book is a rude one
Full of well written adult poems
Which feature varied *** and intimacy
I guess my book isn’t for the Zuck
So **** the Zuck and all he stands for
I won’t miss him or his smug ways
I read that his death was a slow one
And that they cut off his *****
Then r*ped his **** wife and shot her
It said she enjoyed the ***
But don’t believe all you read
Is the Zuck really dead?
**** him and his site
I’m off for a beer

Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A truck to take them to the firing squad
A space shuttle to take them off world
A plane to ferry them to a new colony
All this and more to relocate humans
Orders given from up above carried out
Adding up the numbers of people shifted
Under command of the always ready soldiers
Commanded by a ruthless ******* officer
Look back into the past and compare
Just like the trains at the death camps
Remember what happened then
History repeats itself over and over