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February 13, 2017 — 2 Comments

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My signature on a Valentine’s card

Will fade over time.

But the aching intensity

Of my love

For you,

Will never

Be destroyed

By moments.

 

All One And The Same

February 3, 2017 — Leave a comment

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I can’t even go into Walmart

Without some extraterrestrial type

Looking or saying something

That jumps on my amygdala,

And bugs me for hours.

 

And I can’t go into Walgreens

Without passing a surly associate

Who doesn’t want to be there,

Without hearing a song from the seventies

That brings back feelings

Of being trapped in an elevator

(With an associate from Walgreens)

 

And I can’t go into Starbucks

Without knowing I’m being ripped off,

But nevertheless hand over the bucks

To the grumpy  barista,

And take the gruesome coffee

Around Target,

As finally I’ve made up my mind

To look at last

For a Keurig machine

So I don’t have to put myself through this bitter hell

Every day.

 

And I can’t go to a restaurant

Without some dopey brat

Squealing

As her intellectually challenged

Guardians

Laugh and look around

To see if we’re enjoying their kids

As much as they are.

 

Yet I reserve my tears for the movies,

The cinema that died

Such a long time ago.

It’s not just Britney

Texting throughout the film

Or the grossly overweight pensioners

Jamming popcorn into their mouths.

 

It’s what these actors

Have done to our people,

Brought a darkness instead of light

Into their lives.

 

Spewed propaganda in between takes,

Because they can.

And soured

The joy and happiness

We often found,

In years gone by,

When fantasy was the escape

We wanted, and needed, at times.

Now there is no escape,

Or even a reality,

It’s now all  one and the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Your voices make little difference,

The wind has the power to defeat

And take away all this dire screaming

But leave blisters and scars on your feet.

 

You can dress in vaginal outfits,

Give a finger to every young cop

Throw water bottles

At barking Alsatians,

There is nothing to say you must stop.

 

Urinate on the stars and stripes if you want,

Wipe your feet or your ass on the flag,

Smash up a Starbucks

(But don’t expect to get served),

Smash up banks

(Who financed your candidate),

And shout down the scum who you hate.

 

But it won’t make any difference

I can assure you,

The bed in the attic’s still there,

The food stamps will keep on arriving,

And the wind will still blow in your hair.

 

The streets will be cleared in the morning

As sad bitter people disperse,

To the buses and trains and planes waiting,

And the undertaker driving the hearse.

 

 

 

 

 

A young man

Came out of the restrooms

Today at an airport

And as all kinds of people were

Collecting their baggage

He pointed a handgun

At their heads

And one by one he killed them

And as blood spilled from the head

He went over to make sure they were dead

Until there was no breath

And death had taken them

On a flight

From the bloody terminal

Into the next world

On a flight path lined with angels

And stars to guide their souls.

Kids Scalp the Child

January 5, 2017 — 1 Comment

Amazing that some are surprised 

Kids with no faith 

Scalp

Kids with no strength

(Cowering in a corner)

Helpless

Against a world that says

You can’t complain

Because you’re white

Patience

November 12, 2016 — Leave a comment

When the good in people

Wins the battle

Evil

Will wait

And wait

Until it can strike

 

So let it meander

In Hell’s

Never ending realm

Until it consumes itself

In its own self rendered rage