step this side..
no, you.. that side!
in a line, in a line.. quiet now – get ready for fire.. no miss!
please line up the children in neat rows, get them ready…………………..


1.
eyes are misted over – something happened in the gap
hooking-up strangely with estranged sons lost in custodial-wrangles
alienated values;
family-core defunct like a super-shiny apple with putrescent-flesh
long-beard wants a son after so many daughters, sits unwashed in the smoke
gender-penalty –  sorry, sister.. you chose the wrong straw
you remain in that cage till we say come out


2.
bread-basket filled with stealth-grenades
rights and benefits squirm in slick-oil of rules
peasant skirting the limits of the city; even rats fare better
cloak of goat-skin, the shield hides serpents beneath
the hunter will aim for the head, land in the centre..
                           yet an inch or two too high
sentry, close the gates and bar the window-frames!


3.
inadvertent greed and control; aggressive power
news-man dies for feed that’s untrue, anyway
picture-man twists an image to suit the viewer
all kinds of lines disappear so quick – ******, jokes, theatre, life, even poems
and if you’ve never had the sad combo of sick and homeless,
                                                                ­           famished and cold,
                                                                ­           tired with sores
oh, war will be courteous enough to bring you all these, *on a platter
and more..



there is no border when we all roam in hunger and in fear
like the orphans in crowded-camps
high-rankers sit far away.. ominously "well-off"
                                               chew on hard-cheese
                                               gulp down red wine
but the throat still feels parched, and that bayonet is too short
its fear will kick in.. on a day least anticipated
would you be shocked if it is a child who will drive that wedge-stick home?






st – 14 march 2014

I got real "gems" within
with my heart so polluted
obsolete genes making 'em so deluded
fighting among self
while ringing thy bell
turning my inside into live hell.

High rankers behaving like bankers
cranking up on money
weak got taxes ramped up
feedback mechanism didn't got me backed up
my hand's burning
it's more interested in drugs cranked up.

world within, so bizarre
worshipping 9 days
on 10th exploiting the avatar
immune system's malfunctioning
exterminating none entertaining all
stand up for something, "Nah dude, they'll make me crawl".

condition's critical need some dode
ain't working to flourish, all they do is corrode
making my core scrambled as a puzzle
suppressing every positive struggle
my existence's that of a mine
mining glitter degrading divine.

To the rankers shall I call:
“Pride goeth before a fall - !
Do not think yourself too smart,
And end up pulling a cart!”

[I feel dead: tired, drunk...  and hot, hot as a bony sister-in-law] *** with beautiful women has been the dreamy dream of bull ***** since Nixon was bull-dyking. ALL corporations worth their salt encourage intermediate (luke-warm) bull-dyking among the rank & file, the filing of rankers and the ranking of filers. My badness matches my baldness. Our tax “refunds” comfort us. A 30-trillion-dollar public debt troubles not the public. Women: 30 years in the hagging. In 2 years I'll have an extremely, high-paying job (masquerading as a career). Yes, I'll be upper-crust crusty. My plans include dizzying financial success in an economic environment that provides enormous financial via credit-default swaps, penny stocks, mutual funds and the good 'ol Payroll Savings Plan whereby the federal government deducts money from my paycheck and saves it for me till later when I'll need it for buying cattles ranches & diamond mines.

[I feel dead: tired, drunk...  and hot, hot as a bony sister-in-law] *** with beautiful women has been the dreamy dream of bull ***** since Nixon was bull-dyking. ALL corporations worth their salt encourage intermediate (luke-warm) bull-dyking among the rank & file, the filing of rankers and the ranking of filers.