Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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

Now When Then Was Now

July 22, 2017

Now is the horror
of the happy dream
to which you awake
in your rat-sheet bed
hungry
only half a bottle of wine
left in the fridge
it is neither a year ago
nor a hundred years to come
it is when you are
the air you breathe
water you drink
mates you find
who conquers
who betrays
who deceives
who seduces and fucks
defined by the forward roving
spotlight of now
born too late
born ahead of her time
choice of now is not available
and the worst now
in which to find yourself is the
why now
the most confusing & horrific
an answer never
the pain of a short life
within a long eternity
to be lived over the course
of an inscrutable when it is

To Thy Own Self Be Fucked

July 11, 2017

A bunny in raven’s skin
raw nerves and proximity panic
contained within
a suit, smart and black
levers and pulls
operated by whiskers and toes
ensconced in dreaded diligence
to stand sentinel
over every horror of life
from pilfered offspring, altricious
to political deception, malicious
the work
never done is
the disguise
never dropped can be
a blank, bleak despair
embraces daily all
either hop lowly
amongst the vast architecture of oppression
or wing it highly
keeling and reeling through the nightmare
the dark presence
and its darker shadow
falling over your own kind
who recognize wrongly
vigilance for paranoiac hubris
and condemn a true stately raven
back into rabbit skin to wear craven

Self Linguistic Flagellation

July 7, 2017

Awareness is cruelty
the alert mind to all
heart rhythms
respiration, digestion
totally awake to weight
and position of tongue
as sleep creeps in
the teeth
freshly flossed
chomping down upon
that broad pink worm they despise
the slippery muscled prick
using them for its pronunciation
dentition stomps
breeches skin and draws blood
to trickle down throat
and wake in choking pain
this insensate nothing
who calls itself human
an undesirous, boastful pig
snorting and wallowing in intestinal memories
as if it matters
strike down, white masters
make it bleed
grind its meat beneath your power
show that simpering slug its place
wake it up to its inconsequence
and forever after in the night
let it not rest again
as it ponders its self-made treachery
against its own sanity

The Capon

July 4, 2017

An inheritance of millennia’s worth
of words born
in antiquity of unenlightened minds
has poisoned through the ages
our discourses
straight up to the present
to such a toxic extent
that whining rapists
might be handed
scepter and crown
because still do too many feel
only a penis shall lead
no matter how meager
no matter how mean
the vain strutting cock
in crowing ignorance
shall accede

Foreskin Fluff

June 27, 2017

Like a torn foreskin
caught in Yahweh’s teeth
we bleeding babies cry
men, all of us, manful
carrying on bravely
acting whole, intact
pulled out a tad too late
snagged by canines divine
we complain endlessly
of our lot in life
when choosing our parents
we were out taking a whiz
isn’t that just so
doesn’t life just blow
immorally cut free
dandelions on the breeze

Fakery

June 26, 2017

I Get My News from Facebook Memes
World’s fallen apart at the seams
Keep my intellect underfed
worried ‘bout monsters under my bed
Ain’t concerned it’s fact or fiction
Long’s it fits my superstition
Click and share with you what I learned
That’s how another head gets turned