Archive for August, 2017

Lunar Loser

August 22, 2017

Most all ask the same question
we hear it on their airwaves
atmospheric broadcasts of limited range
they ponder
for hours, endless it feels

why have we come
what’s our purpose here

this as we wait
in giddy impassivity
for a move beyond
begging and pleading
trying to communicate
to understand
the documented struggle
as they come to grips
with the reality
of the greater universe
is depressingly repetitive
same and same
over and over
and when we’re done smirking
three second total annihilation
and usually that’s it…

but this one silly world had a moon
and on it
some idiot who identified herself
as an astronaut
one of their space explorers
who made it all the way next door

seeing her dead planet below
she cried out
and this was a bit of a first
“Why? Why would you?”
ridiculous question, ultimately
a better one is what we gave her
in turn
“Why wouldn’t we?”
and then we, unfortunately,
had to fuck up that moon’s shit
which was sad
clean and pristine as it was
except for some red, white and blue garbage
dangling on the end of a stick

Tough Fluff on the Breeze

August 17, 2017

Every coward is brave
hiding a thousand miles behind
the lines drawn
by the most powerful military might
thus far known
it is easy
to turn impotency
to nuclear fired rage
against an enemy
of the like whom they’ve never met
never parlayed, held council
broke bread
it is easy
to cry for blood
cities turned to sheets of glass
craters left in high desert sands
howling to refill
pouring, swirling back in
erasing mass murder
in a matter of days
but less easy
is to put that impotency
into the mortal perspective
of all who’ve lived
all who’ve seethed
in unrequited revenge
and turn away the rage
before embolism undoes life
sitting their red-faced and fat
reflected in the smart phone screen

Anosognosia

August 3, 2017

invisible in lemon juice
like magical Muslim seeking bullets
coated in bacon fat
the leastly self-aware
grandeurly delude their capability
a barely walking
carelessly talking, turmeric stained
Dunning-Kruger effect
in the semblance
of an alleged human
being illusory in all aspects
of its own reflexive assessment
of its superiority as
the best, the most, the only one ably
nobody else who can
insight and knowledge
surpassing the greatest minds
in all fields
from warfare to beauty pageants
everybody run
Miss Teen USA’s got
four-thousand thermonuclear
double-D guns
lactating madly
retaliation pussy-grabbly
mushroom clouds of incompetence
sadly misfired, miscalculated, Miss-teened
anointed in vitriolic oil one-forty
rained in praises of showers goldly
like lemon juice concealing
features identifiably
of the charlatan in chiefly, gloating ego
bank-robbing bigly

Into History Please Pass Fast

August 2, 2017

When in a moment
I do not mind for it to last
but as the time draws near
I desire it to pass
quickly into memory
the will to begin
weakens under the need
to be finished
every day, every season
every party, every holiday
I want to be over
before it’s begun
to be finally
done with it
nerves calm again
anxiety returned
to its standard
semi-manageable level
nothing left
to look forward to
in dread
storm off the coast, bearing down
rising tide, surging inland
winds snapping sharp, bubbling
inbound coming terror
now a dampened ruin, rubble strewn
slowly drying out
in the relaxing warmth
of reminiscence