Below the Belt ~ Saturday, May 29, 2021

The soul is a louse between your fine legs

however much you scratch you can't kill me

even if you mousse me, I am your crab

selfish shellfish got nothin' on my eggs

obviously the view from here is good

under these conditions I'm here to stay

love and friendship forever baby doll

if you share my love, I don't mind the least

still I am small but mighty, if you stab

at your nether region, you have no call

leave it alone girl, a sliver of wood

ordinarily irritates my bae,

unlike a splinter, I'm tough to remove

special hiding places I love to find,

especially when you're wet, feeling high

biatch, I'm your trigger, I'm here to prove

every love letter in the world is true,

truth being the lie to enter your snatch

weed your heavenly bush 'til it's shorn clean

earthly delights still shall I find to grind

everlastingly on your puss, goodbye

never needs to be said, you are my queen

yet one day I know our love will turn blue

over голубое сало, I catch

undertones by a look I read in eyes

resolute to get rid of your best friend

figures you would go visit a doctor

in anguish and despair, I bite your thighs

no way to stop me burrowing down deep

even if the doctor kills our babies

let our love last, our memories not sleep

extricate me against my will, my love

given I am a crab louse, your soul gave

sexy a new meaning with killer bees

Acceptance ~ Friday, May 27, 2021

Embrace the negative

in a hug full of our forgiveness

of others and ourselves

to create a positive world 

"We hurl slander, he lifts us up" ~ Thursday, May 27, 2021

To speak

of peaks

sloping into dales

piercing the eardrum

even as we speak

as we hear nothing

kingdoms tumble down

of crowns

for clowns

try not to

hinder the

evidence

diabolical

encounters confront

vermin on the street

in alleys he waits

livid with vengeance

hunter of evil spirits

in doing good, his duty

marks him purveyor of wrong

selfish, hateful, malicious

entity of the dark realm

little do we know how wrong

foolish medieval priests were

Dies irae (Part Two) ~ Thursday, May 27, 2021

Solve first the paradox of existence, why life on this lonely planet

under circumstances beyond any control, beyond all certainty

cause and effect give clues to the arrows of time but specious reasons

kick balls and watch them writhe in pain, riddle unsolved, try to fly past this net

Stuck in language, nation, religion, politics, souls grounded to country

humanity rises beyond the naked eye, yet returns casualty

involved in its success, deprived of basic needs, stars are but distant suns

their warmth is nought but hope, starvation, poverty, please accept the challenge

Arguments pro or con become caught in the nets, fly past, watch your son die

needlessly we suffer, we neglect attention when we need vigilance

dance, drink, drug and party, while India builds pyres, the dead don't lose no sleep

Determined to control weather changes the game, the power to take a chance

insult to injury, we add rub to the mix, but the rewards we reap

existence solves itself, there is no solution, no paradox, revenge

Dies irae (Part One) ~ Thursday, May 27, 2021

Monsters hide behind masks, beneath triggers, anger bursts dormant volcanoes

erupts beneath shifting tectonic plates, lava boils burning flesh ashen

anger consumes monsters, mouths spew forth hot lava, sulfuric in temper

naked behind their masks, faces empty, joyless, sorrow nobody knows

People wear disguises, masks hidden in plain sight, dramatis personae

encounter characters within farcical roles: heroes, monsters, villains

obstacles obscure paths, no possible success, failure as solution

people setup hurdles, create adversity, laugh at soldiers fallen

laugh at ludicrous death, stage play in jest we act, masks shed tears, dogs whimper

ears prick up, man's best friend, dogs see beyond our masks, whine in salutation

Solutions to problems hard-earned, hard-fought, hard-won, still failure with no aid

üpfenstägen, time stops, drops dead before the grave, humanity remains

crass casualty befalls chance with impunity, monsters devour our stars

killed by happenstance, fire friendly or otherwise, heroes die, villains lie

Shallow in graves for dogs, not men nor women, death wears no mask, no disguise

hides in plain sight, unseen, yet not invisible, but ubiquitous, scores

injured by right, a wrong, death awaits patiently, collects masks to bury

to burn, Dies irae, the Day of Wrath, anger consumes monsters cruel lives

The Kilnmaster ~ Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Without certainty, doubt creates the need

in faith-based dogma, ideology,

terror in politics, truth in show trials,

human rights a laughable joke, a nod

of the head, a wink of an eye, to hang

undesirable elements, leggy,

tall blondes obviously excluded, trolls,

cretins, and intellectuals to burn,

effigies unnecessary, the hung

remember nothing, their bodies, ashes

tranquilly blown away by a light breeze,

absurdity allows survivors born

in faith to believe they are better men,

needing the silence of the dead threshes

the populace to seek religion, browse

yesterday's books of wisdom and foment

diabolical revolution, God

observes within each mind, diamond cutter

urges brilliance yet subjects prefer smoke,

blinded in judgment by what they forgot,

time allows reflection as a sentence

criminals who spend time alone bother

reason to know why the snake is a snake,

entering the vision of God in mind,

asked why they committed their crimes, they dance

entranced by the movement of light, to mend

sorrow by connecting the dots long past

troubled no longer by the need to act

honest or dishonest, the felon leads

enlightened souls to peace with an edict

nourishing the spirit, while the mind loads

endless red clay bricks to fire in a kiln,

entitled to comprehend why they bleed

diamond cutters reveal how thoughts align.

An Unsympathetic Narrator ~ Monday, May 24, 2021

In a station of the Metro,

neckties, silk, Italian neckties;

as I was in Paris while on

spring break, (a stupid place to go,

the weather being cold and grey,

although, I knew French,《 Quelle surprise! 》

this friend of mine brought a moron

in terms of language and culture;

on top of that, he lost his way,

needless to say, his bride left him;

of course, this lovable hick flew

far from home, Europe on a whim;

to say my dislike of him grew,

harbinger of a disaster,

ever to remember this trip...).

My first vacation in Europe...

even if I simply forget

the bumpkin from the hills who let

reason take a backseat to loss,

of course, I couldn't give a toss.

The Stone Buddha ~ Tuesday, May 18, 2021

The Stone Buddha cannot say yes or no,

hard to the touch and rough, it cannot feel,

even its heft makes it appear weighed down.

Stones cannot talk, cannot think, feel, or blow

their nose. Why bow and pray to Stone Buddhas?

On the surface, they appear wise. Appeal

not to their sense of compassion. They drown

even a happy heart with gravity.

Buddhas of stone cannot speak to sanghas,

underprivileged communities who pray,

determined to find truth or die trying.

Difficult is the role Stone Buddhas play,

harder still the work of marble crying.

Ask not what tears fall from depravity.

The Water Dragon ~ Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Fratinil Fratinilofish Budim

runs a nation of godless atheists

and his favorite meal in the whole world is

the Filet-O-Fish sandwich with no cheese;

if he doesn't have one sandwich daily

no one in Luccia eats for a week;

indeed on every street corner, we smell

liquid fish guts flowing down the gutters.

Fratinil Fratinilofish Budim

resolves problems through liquidation plans,

as no one in Luccia wants to die

the people suffer indignities but

if we demand our rights at a protest,

nobody knows how but food disappears;

indeed, we know the terror-famine well,

leave the stinking streets to the guttersnipe,

or loud-mouthed punks, self-righteous skinny brats

feeling their way through the dark like the blind

in search of sunshine inside a cavern;

stupidity has no survival skills,

how we live day-to-day makes the Lord smile.

Budim is President, Prime Minister,

ugly merchant of surreptitious deals;

deals that make us rich selling state secrets,

if not our own but of other nations,

murder is not above his evil deeds.

Slow Piano Music Plays ~ Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Seventh grade, we played music in band class,

learning as an ensemble orchestra

organized by the teacher-conductor;

we worked to play concerts. I must confess

Playing music was my first love, a dream

in triple time tempo, a bolero,

as we danced just as fast into old age,

no one knew time doesn't walk at a stroll,

only four decades ago, I watched tar

Move, sweet as molasses, after college;

upset the apple cart, music as queen

settles on who succeeds, a straight arrow

in flight hits the target, center bullseye;

creating music in band was a joy.

Playing "Hill Street Blues" and watching TV

leaves me homesick to return to the pain

absent in wisdom, sentimental songs

yearning for foolish days, friendships long gone

since I moved east to Sweet Home Chicago.