torn asunder, morality lives in a cave at the edge of society
wishing only to be remembered
passionate rebels encourage it forth
desperate to show that family values
live in America still
but what is a family? or a value?
any people living and working together
for a common goal
is a family
and feel their work is valuable
conservative America begs to differ
needing to place rules and regulation
on concepts and ideas
like liberty and freedom
forcing a nation of round pegs into a system build
on squares
by squares
for squares
and we accept poisoned foods and environmental degradation
for the chance to win Megabucks
when I die
I will haunt all who sit in diametric opposition  
to idealism and hope
unless there is a Christian god…….

impetuous ******* braying at blooming roses
chosen one flowing stream like into view
truth adjectively curtailed
so as to prove useless theory
researching hypnotherapy in lue of  information
unpresented speeches sit dusty, shelved
lacking interested parties
showboating cowboy quoting comic books
gazes into starless night skies
pollution fills the space
particulates dance, unencumbered
free to display each nuance of wind movement
air currents placate emaciated youths
as the soft breezes are the only comfort in this new world
globalized idealism creating pop-culture idolatry  
faceless masses praying to the media outlets
begging for entertainment and indoctrination
as the pain of thinking for oneself hurts too badly
corroded pineal glands beg for rebirth
injecting the need for fresh green vegetables into the minds
of the McDonaldized populace
showing glimpses of traditional values
based on equality and love
a low rumble creeps up from the bowels
buildings tremble and windows rattle
howls of insane laughter pour over the people
like the biblical flood
love?
equality?
fools notions or the games of little children
twice dubbed voice over auto tuned and through a megaphone shouts out
deafening the society it rules
we killed the hippies with ****
ruined the idealists with animal rights
and stopped the liberals
with cash payments
we have won

effeminate orangutans sit
engorged to the state of grotesque
as passerby’s point sticky fingers
at rusty cages
gawking –
spark-less eyes long for wide expanses
looking broken and defeated on concrete slabs
cracked pads and chipped teeth
no longer fit for freedom –
matted fur, bug ridden
falls in clumps onto **** covered hallways
as drunk and illiterate keepers
snooze against a wall holding a shovel –
filth coated feathers and scarred scales
bring no joy to the caves
and even the butterflies are all cocooned
unless they were eaten by escaped scorpions –
the field trip takes on a different meaning as a volunteer
gone is the excitement to see strange animals
that is replaced with contempt and disgust
hidden beneath a smile
better the children find discontent in their own time –

dissuaded seamstresses seamlessly string
together thoughts throwing out convention
and convection ovens hold the bones of history
hot air blows through them and out
the mouths of bloated politicians red faced
with misplaced values and encouraging
a broken caste systems’ continuation
as classism hides beneath value menus
radically altering the fabric of not only society
but also the genetic code in which we all stem
wilted flower petals stick to flattened tires
wired children snorting Ritalin pick locks
placed by scared parents
frightened by Fox news and Vioxx side effects
stashed cash smashed in mattresses
waits for the next prescription election

shattered windscreen tattered memories
spinning sliding smashing bleeding
broken dreams wait for broken bones to heal
guilt hides in shadows hoping for a chance to take root
lost life weights a conscious down
when responsibility is the verdict
and alcohol the culprit
dazed images of screeching tires
and voices
play havoc on sleepless nights
sweat stained pillow holding reoccurring nightmares
playing them back from 11p.m. to 4 a.m. daily
slowly watching eyes go to grey
over and over again
waking with a start like rest is a curse
faceless screams fade with the dawn
burned oil smell fills freshly painted rooms
unable to wash it off
scrubbing bubbles bring no comfort
it was only a few years of punishment
but the smell, the sounds
they linger to eternity
broken hearted and pride extinguished
only the rope can bring peace
snuggly wrapped around unforgiven skin
the final pull breaks bones sending a battered soul
on its final journey

pillow-top mattress
oh, how you hold me
exquisitely
it is as if you cherish
this near 40 year old body
wrapping around aging bones
signifying a time for rest
I love you
I just wanted to tell ya 