Clams ~ Wednesday, 27 June 2018

As Mumble Bunny grew older the tauntings grew

Still greater though he kept a cool head collected

He knew one day the kids would simply disappear

As adults they would act differently as they would

Pretend to act grown-up though some would act dull

Pretend to never grow older never act smart

Yes they were stuck as kids with mean hateful ideas

After Mumble Bunny graduated from school

Simple-minded people mattered little to him

Ask him what matters most and he utters nothing

Cancels the clutter words create his clear conscience

Leaves others completely speechless lost in silence

As happy as a clam at high tide he knew words

Make for good arguments he had no need to pay

Attention to futile language games in this life

Transcend the bullying they taught him in childhood

Humans appear unkind at times even bitter

In their calculated cruelty but kindness

Generosity takes super-human effort

However much certain people can make it look

Terribly effortless as if they were born free

In heart mind and spirit to act just as they choose

Despite the world showing no concern for creatures

Elegant in control of their darker passions

Hidden ~ Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Casimiro was born to immigrant parents

And brought first to England then to America

Seeing he could never become the President

Inside his heart he knew he could never trust them

Marked as the local kids born in the USA

Ignorant of foreign affairs or domestic

Relations they became easy prey he steered clear

Of their blind faith in God or their dull-witted ways

White or black hispanic latino no matter

As dumb as dead bison used for target practice

Still Casimiro knew better than to waste time

Burning candles at both ends just to satisfy

Orders sent from above by those native-born sons

Running the show filling their coffers with cool cash

No one seemed to notice how their taxes were spent

Trust in God the people emblazoned on their bills

Only their government knew to take care of them

Indeed after they cared for themselves the people

Made it onto the list but as a last resort

Mental health came dead last versus the gun lobby

Indeed the NRA had their hands firmly grasp

Government stooges balls until they sang alto

Reaping a falsetto or two from senators

And representatives who represent themselves

Not their constituents behind closed doors sealed deals

Talks to make themselves rich and keep the poor in check

Poverty matters not to those with capital

As property defines the haves from the have-nots

Reading the history of these United States

Exactly revealed just how disjointed they were

Never in concordance unless the President

Takes a lethal shot from an unknown assassin

Since he arrived he knew he was nothing like them

Conspiracy ~ Monday, 25 June 2018

To sit under a tree and read a book of verse

Only the tree shakes leaves down while I read poems

Sing me a song the tree whispers into my ear

I can't believe I hear a tree speaking to me

Tell me the truth have you ever heard a tree talk

Understand this clearly I suspend disbelief

Normally when I see films at the theater

Decidedly a tree speaks to me and my ears

Ever after wonder if what they hear is real

Reason stands to question this strange situation

Arguably I stand look around and ponder

Talking trees and I stand under their canopy

Really fast all the trees quiver all their dead leaves

Elegantly on top of me until covered

Entertainingly up to my neck in wet leaves

As they command I sing a song about the rain

Noticeably they perk up to hear a hard rain

Done gonna fall fall fall and they quiver and shake

Real excited to hear a live human respond

Entertained by a voice a real human being

Answering their request they let the leaves round me

Drop but I was still bound held captive by the tree

Arguably I stand look around and ponder

By all means how I got into this bizarre mess

Only thing I could guess is that I fell asleep

Only I was standing singing under the trees

Kiss me under the trees kiss me under the stars

Only when the full moon is blue do I have dreams

Fantastic with visions uncanny and unreal

Vicious and violent the trees catch a cross-breeze

Easily scooping me above the canopy

Riding high on the sea of leaves and branches

Suddenly I plunge down to the ground and my book

Ever since then I steer clear of parks and their trees

Punch-drunk ~ Friday, 22 June 2018

"I am so tired of waxing and waning," 
said the Moon in June to no one at all 
until the fall of Rome where all roads lead 
to nowhere else unless you seek a scone.

Wealth ~ Friday, 22 June 2018

Mumble Bunny never knew how funny

Uncle Sonny who knew nothing about

Money made his millions on the market

Buying and selling stocks to trade for fun

Like a game with Monopoly money

Everyday on the phone with his broker

But Uncle Sonny knew his wife never

Understood his scheming as compulsive

Never saw him on the phone all day long

Never believed her own husband was hooked

Yet he felt his addiction a success

Nobody knew Uncle Sonny went bust

Every time the bubble burst his money

Virtually went up in flames the fire

Engulfed his house in a triple mortgage

Really he was poorer as a salesman

Knocking door-to-door with a spiel in hand

Nifty little quips to sell vacuum parts

Even back then his schemes to make money

Were founded on needless supplies to help

Helpless housewives make their dull lives cleaner

Only if he knew how to beat the dust

Worshipful of the company he kept

From the rugs in the dens of their husbands

Under no pretenses would these women

Not only buy the parts for their vacuums

No they would even find some extra time

Yes to give Uncle Sonny a blowjob

Rise ~ Wednesday, 20 June 2018

I will outlive you all unless I don't

then to be frank I won't care as I'm dead

dispose of my corpse however you choose

since you're going to do that anyway

if you could I have one request fuck off

nothing matters but your petty ego

take the piss and your dog shit bag elsewhere

you stink and you make this planet smell bad

if you are laughing this doesn't pertain

to you otherwise look in the mirror

because these words are not my projection

but simply a reflection of your mind

own it and do not deny it this light

traveled thirteen billion years to reach you

wake up and smell the coffee and roses

over four billion years in the making

you suffer for less than one hundred years

but you never once ceased from complaining

your ancestors are less than two million

years gone you are a drop in the bucket

you are but bits and pieces of stardust

blown together by celestial winds

get a grip the universe doesn't care

no matter how often you say it does

you are deluded your mind in decay

along with your rotting body just die

why don't you and save us from your bluster

your beliefs even a hot air balloon

would store only until they could escape

and once set free the balloon would descend

back to earth from which we have all evolved

Dance ~ Monday, 18 June 2018

In the prison-house of language these words

Necessary to speak must be spoken

That space is limited by what we own

However little the state alllows us

Even that can be taken away time

Presents itself in linear fashion

Really all events occur all at once

In one moment one point a flash takes place

Similar to lightning but faster than

Ontological time as elapsed sense

Noted as perception faster than light

How I will fuck you up with just these words

Only to make you watch as your family

Under my roof the blue sky skull of God

Shall I rape your wife torture your children

Endlessly while you sit helplessly see

Only the straight edge of the razor blade

Form a parabola around the neck

Leaving each member of your family

Asking God why what they had done to deserve

Naughty Cossacks dancing on the corpses

Gleefully jumping higher to crush bones

Ugly thugs from the streets of Almaty

Almighty their joy to destroy to harm

Gauges the rage I feel after you step

Ever so lightly on my toes we pass

The horizon where goodness and evil

However meaningful in our own world

End in a rapturous moment of pure

Senseless violence where I stuff your balls

Elegantly down your throat with panache

Welcome this warning my twin my brother

Overstep your welcome here in prison

Remember well that you have been forewarned

Diminish not the sentiment these words

Send forth they were spoken for you mark them

Indiscriminately ~ Monday, 18 June 2018

Just because you can means

nothing other than this

you are able to do

as you please since the law

for whatever reason

does not apply to you

somehow you are above

the law you own a gun

though you still pay taxes

and thus as citizen

are neither king nor queen

in the land of your birth

privileged to shoot and kill

without need to punish

you act as if the gun

and the badge made of tin

gave you the right to harm

indiscriminately

the power you carry

comes from those you protect

or allegedly serve

but you wear your status

on your sleeve where your heart

and passion for hunting

criminals like wildlife

become conflated mixed

in the black bag of tricks

you use to wield power

unlike a sorcerer

or a stage magician

you make death apparent

frustratingly too real

with a vise-like choke hold

that takes my breath away

Saṃnyāsa ~ Friday, 15 June 2018

Only now I give up on my family

Not to renunciate this world but face

Lasting effects of unwanted damage

Year after year on both sides of the coin

Neither side seems to care not my brother

Or my mother who gave up long ago

When to save face they act as if they care

I feel better the abuse is over

Granted I give as good as I get so

If necessary a delayed response

Vicious and visceral as a vixen

Elicits the vengeance repayment plan

Under no circumstances will I harm

Potential victims other than in verse

Obviously the pen does no damage

Nothing in comparison to the sword

Maybe kindness acts like karma in turn

Yes this is how I turn the other cheek

Spirit ~ Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Always act as if care for others is equal and not greater than harm one can do in this world.

Catastrophe ~ Tuesday, 12 June 2018

As the hostage crisis melts down into chaos

Spectators look on in disbelief at the dead

The wounded lay bleeding uncared for on the ground

How the news media continue to shoot film

Exhibits extreme ease in practice to capture

However horrible the incident at hand

Only what the viewer needs to see as witness

Staged by the ACN on the tarmac in France

Tragedy happens once whether we learn to deal

Aggressively with truth with the situation

Granted the learning curve may include politics

Every once in a while to say Never Again

Challenges status quo to act with a certain

Resolve to counterstrike with effective results

Ignorance on the part of leaders to our cause

Simply undermines facts changes come from above

Indifferent to our loss elected officials

Shall be removed by force as determined by God

☆ Glory ~ Tuesday, 12 June 2018

I look back on the past forty-eight years

Never quite sure when was my prime but now

That I run and train for the marathon

How my focus has buried any tears

Eons ago I set small goals to earn

Passage as a fare to lead not follow

Really how this happened my worries gone

I trust in the present to guide each day

Marathon training is an art I learn

Each time I put on my shoes to go run

Obsessive my need to win to finish

First a pipedream like in high school the fun

My cross-country team had those days I wish

Yet know better than to wish or to say

Light-heartedly I could return back home

In truth that place those times simply a scream

Fiction to conjure up delightful dream

Endless summers on the beach with seafoam

Affirmative ~ Monday, 11 June 2018

Born and raised Roman Catholic
Or, born and raised alcoholic.
Amounts to the same thing... Yes? No?

Krishna ~ Monday, 11 June 2018

Blue-skinned god sits

in deep contemplation

before the Aegean

Lingers for an eternity

like a goat on a cliff

pondering suicide

Understandably

not his own

but his offspring

Eternally damned

unlike Hades

the blue-skinned god weeps

Simply because he knows

and understands

every possible thing

Kissed by karma

he relents to accept

his role within the world

Indeed so many people

beseech him to intervene

in their daily affairs

Needless to say

he tires of humanity

the dinosaurs asked

Nothing of the god

self-sufficient to a fault

like marvelous reptiles

Endless quarrels

between humans

irks the blue-skinned god

Despite his time abroad

on vacation

so to speak

Granted humanity

asks too much of him

they give him a headache

Only he knows their days

are numbered and few

ten million years at most

Despite fair-warning

the god persists to treat

humans like patients

Savage rabid mongrels

are a joy to watch

in comparison

Insolent children

who deny he exists

he's okay with them

They don't require

attention or upkeep

but the older folks

Seek answers

to everything

he wishes they would die

Concert ~ Saturday, 9 June 2018

The din of noise above the music sounds

Hover indifferent to the voice on stage

Enter The Empty Bottle to listen

Dangerously close to total strangers

Indeed anyone could be a killer

No telltale look gives anyone away

Of course you got to be a gentleman

For someone you don't know knows the owner

Nothing major I just work for the man

Older than me his business acumen

Instills in us a sense of wonder how

Simple it appears to build an empire

Even Caesar only has a salad

Arguably named after him you see

Broken nose statues mean nothing but years

Of wear and tear alabaster marble

Veins gilt to repair cracks in the surface

Efforts to know the man rebuffed by wool

Three years means little to the man in charge

His businesses over twenty-five years

Established his status in Chicago

Many characters come and go who cares

Understandably so about some guy

So what if he loves to listen to noise

Indifference grows inside the heart of god

Caused by a population explosion

Simple minded fools like myself who work

Over years for people who don't notice

Understandably one worker in drone

Negligible from another worker

Diminished value rises to zero

Shit Liz Phair just got on stage gotta go

Slim ~ Saturday, 9 June 2018

Next to nothing bothers Old Slim

Except when things don't go his way

Xenophanes discovered earth

The dry versus the wet water

Thoughts ancient and wise caught Slim's eyes

Obliquely across his forehead

Nothing else matters in his view

Only once in a while he lost

The cool he kept on his visage

However much we teased Old Slim

Intellect won out over time

Nothing but the Classics made sense

Given he was born in Turkey

Brilliant in wit and sharp of tongue

Only as we grew much older

Time made us grow in our respect

His esteem made us strive harder

Eternally grateful for Slim

Reason took its toll on his mind

Slim grew old and weary of words

Only a grunt for a reply

Little did we know of his life

Despite seeing him everyday

Slim was a tall man with long hands

Lean and light we wished he'd play sports

In fact we tossed a basketball

Magic struck once man could he dunk

Hindsight ~ Saturday, 9 June 2018

Political vision will appear clear

During the 2020 election

Hope ~ Saturday, 9 June 2018

Is there still hope to feed on grapes and plums

Still while we're already late for the train

Take the fact as the moon waxes and wanes

Hope rises and falls according to need

Even as dreams fail to transpire still time

Remains in a constant flow of motion

Even while time being just a construct

Still the conductor will only listen

To justified excuses not bullshit

Indeed the conductor stands with great hope

Light will pass from his eyes across the room

Light unwittingly transmits the dharma

Hope on the other hand the conductor

Only waits a moment before losing

Patience in the face of retribution

Even if something happens he knows time

Time itself is always on his side time

Only waits to enjoy these grapes and plums

Closet ~ Friday, 8 June 2018

The day Miss Jean Skinner gave me a kiss

However well memory serves never

Even took place though she couldn't care less

Drunk and stoned my turn at spin the bottle

Awkward and young I entered the closet

Yes to kiss Corinna comme les Français

Maybe the closet meant something else then

In terms of metaphor experience

Simply changed our whole lives then to exit

Subverts common meanings used in practice

Justice served we touched tongues for the first time

Even adolescence had a few games

Arch-enemies at school could play for fun

Never underestimate a classmate

Since we all just wanted to fit in drink

Killed any inhibitions left and weed

Indeed aroused a sense of arousal

Never underestimate the desire

Not fitting in made us hunger to bond

Even our after school specials seemed mild

Really to the orgies in porno films

Granted Caligula taught us little

About the Emperor of Ancient Rome

Vixens love their Reynards with a light brush

Even thirty-five years later I taste

Memories fleeting and ephemeral

Engaged in a broken convention heart

And soul lost forever in that closet

Killers of innocence never announce

Irrevocable change will then occur

Simply because a pact with the devil

Sealed and delivered posthaste to the tribe

Civil War ~ Thursday, 7 June 2018

Yesterday I woke up

and dragged my sorry ass

out of bed for a smoke

I already burned down

one studio bedroom

so now I smoke outside

Perhaps the balcony

would be a better place

than beside the alley

Pretty much anywhere

would be a better place

than this old apartment

If I could I would leave

but somehow I got stuck

and now there's no way out

Even if I could work

make money have a wife

and kids why would I care

Yet then again money

helps pay the bills cigars

women houses and cars

Under the hood you find

a finely tuned engine

something I'll never have

Pretend I knew choices

I made as a small boy

would effect my whole life

Princes never worry

about making the wrong

decision as a child

Imagine I were born

a prince instead of poor

hooked on drugs in the womb

Even if I were king

nothing else would matter

but defend my kingdom

Happy with illusions

with delusions and lies

keeps me in line when war

In Ethiopia

over the use of khat

brought the war on drugs home

President Zenawi

gave me fifteen minutes

of fame as diplomat

Persuading Bill Clinton

not to intervene here

in Addis Ababa

If I were king no one

would ever have a chance

to invade my country

Even after I moved

to Memphis Tennessee

I knew I had no say

Marathon Training ~ Wednesday, 6 June 2018

When I run two hundred meter sprint tests

I don't have time to think about the past

Nothing but counting steps one to twenty

Neatly drifting along inside my skull

Everything emerges as energy

Released from potential to kinetic

I barely have the chance to catch my breath

No more than a minute to rest before

Lurching forward again on my tiptoes

In hot pursuit of speed faster faster

Faster the pace demands greater effort

Energy flags to fall and rise again

I rest between each sprint and wait to run

Not unlike a stallion behind the gates

Learning patience to save his energy

Only until the gates open he bursts

Voraciously hungry to win the race

Even his own rider tempers the steed

Revelation ~ Monday, 4 June 2018

This slim book of lies speaks

volumes to those with ears

to hear or eyes to read

Hear me speak with your mind

as I transmit the word

spoken and heard by God

If I invoke the Lord

or use His name in vain

I have eaten the scroll

Sacred as the Spirit

in offering to lift

the wretched from despair

Swimming in their own filth

this ball of confusion

the surface and the depth

Leaps out of perception

from interpretation

misguided in beliefs

Intentions and values

ignorance of the law

common sense and truth

Misguided in reason

purpose integrity

as if flawed in design

Beaten down by the Lord

His love with riding crop

with wooden spoon with fists

Obviously to ride

His servant like a mule

into Jerusalem

Old as the Testament

itself since time began

I wander the whole world

Killing time as I search

heaven and earth for God

the One for whom I serve

Objective beyond dreams

of deserted landscapes

where I expect to find

Finitude the absence

of eternal domains

where I wander a fool

Limited in context

and perspective to see

the rise and fall of tides

Indeed other prophets

speak of Apocalypse

of final destruction

Empires rise with the tides

and crumble into dust

humanity appears

Seeming to disappear

just like the dinosaurs

mankind comes to an end