Bam* Bam
Boom Boom*
Fort Nite
just ain't right
what are we teaching
our youth
shoot em up
like John Wilks Boothe
****** horned demons
swarm the subliminal screen
legions of red ants
marching rants
screaming


shoot em up
scaredy pants
what do you have to lose
bring em down to the ground
with bullets and *****
inbound
watch out
red hawk down

another round
anyone/

Sometimes you need
a touch of whimsey
to ward off the
demons of depression
of which
there are many
like an overgrown garden
growing wild and free
filled with daffodils
and peonies
any which way
they will
a whipperwill.

-nature orders
structure and desire
desire the unfulfilled womb
for whom-

Whimsy
where are you
soon
and lightness
to guide me
through the darkness
so repugnant
to me.

I turn to you whimsey
to your unchartered fancy
where angels dance
on marshmallow clouds
out of harm's way
someday
so shall I
someday

My thoughts are saboteurs
Prowling on all fours
Wreaking havoc
Like bedsores
Eyesores
Trapdoors
To a subfloor
Know more
Know more
Like waiting for the rapture
Take a picture
Before and After
Like waiting for Godot
Hello, hello

Scratch the above
Scratch the below
No place to hide
No place to go.


Was it all a lie
I told myself
Lies implied
Lies to assuage
The emptiness
You feel inside.
Lies the media told you
How to live
How to survive
Fine lies
Wrinkles
In the landscape of time
Lies to make you
Lose control
Of your body and mind.

Rage, rage, rage

On a crowded stage
Lies bowed
To a divided crowd
Filled with vitriol
And rage.

Looking for truth
Easy in your youth
However
We got it all wrong
All the while
Listening to a song
Yearning for playfulness
And innocence
That enveloped our youthfulness

But, it's gone
Bygone
Yet still
They tell me
The truth
Shall set you free.

Binding on WHO?
I'm not listening to you
You can create all your
Agendas, policies, and
Mandates
I'll see you in hell
Before I agree to your
Dictates.

A frustrated populist
Crewmates, cellmates
Bedmates and ingrates
Dire straits and
Who hates
A world erupts in vitriol and narrates.
Fire up the rhetoric
Propagandized media
Stirring confusion
Creating illusion
Then
Came
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
The sounds of silence

A quiet came
Came the
Calm before the storm
Before the calm came
Confusion
Chaos
See you in the playhouse
Before the final scene.

Coups and boos
And how- do-you dos
Choose a side
Please
Choose, choose, choose
Pray for those
You hope will lose


2024
Never a year to ignore
WW III on the horizon
It wasn’t a lovely sunset
But a thundercloud arising

Anger everywhere
Dark, abandoned underbelly
No way out
No turn about
A straight route

To hell and
All deniers, liars, vampires
For hire
Denizens of the night
Seeing no evil
Hearing no evil
Look for the devil
In the details
Could be lethal
Medieval
Adrenal

(a nation reborn
Reawakened to itself
Relieved of the shackles
Holding us down
For so long.
A new dawn?)

Who will come
To save the day?
Superman is how we got this way
No way out
Say some
Trust the plan
Some say
Trust the plan
Like a broken dam
I say

(At least I’m not having a bad hair day.)

Are the good guys playing both sides
Which brings me to the question of sides
Well sides are all you eat
If you’ve given up meat
I digress
It’s a mess
Excuse the confusion
The Cognitive
Disillusion
Or is it self-delusion
Can’t tell

How can we be winning
If we’re losing?

Oh Poetry
You duplicitous liar
You hide behind
Your window dressing
And ire.
Seasons change the
Ever-changing view
Sometimes it’s old
Sometimes it’s new
Your model attire
Dressed to the nines
Spilt onto a blank page
Goblets of not-so-fine wine

Aries, you indomitable fighter
Throw down your gauntlet
Of wronger and righter.

Love is found
In the fire
A rising phoenix
Of unknown desire.

The old made new
The untrue true
Secrets concealed
Revealed
Not just for
The privileged few.

Devolution
Evolution
Coming round the bend
Is this the beginning
Or the beginning of an inning
Or something
That may never end.

Arm and arm
Along with the setting sun
Sometimes they come
On a tightrope,
they’re strung
A feathery line up
An avian crime syndicate
A dusk who did it?
Feathers up
Buttercup

I see you spy
With your open eye
All the while
You deny
All the while
You lie
Then you fly
Away

Don’t cling to me, Baby
Even if we’re birds of a feather
And you’re very cleaver
What note will you end on
Depend on
Thoughts fly by
So do i
Just a passing thought
Sitting on
A bough in life
So rock a bye baby
When the bough breaks
So do i

You sometimes hear me cry

Please don’t tell me you care
Those are words I don’t think I can bear
Distance has always been
Your calling card
And intimacy so hard.

Who is the greater pretender?
Baby, you practically cut down the tree
Now you’re begging for mercy
That’s the way I see it
Mr. Nit-Picki
Forget it.