WOMEN! GO FIGURE
Women suffer being touched
By a drunken man;
To be exact: hate being clutched--
Dodge them when they can.
A drunk deludes himself to think
His charms improve with every drink.
My lover rode my bike down to
The border, 20 miles away;
No adios, goodbye, screw you--
She left early. Why? No se.
Crossing to the other side,
She stole my ride and capped my pride.
Men go fast and fail--
Reason women take it slow.
Men go fast then sail--
Something widow walkers know.
Meanwhile macho men will say
That men who take it slow are gay.
BAD ART GOADING LIFE
Don't you think by now it's time
For change when doggerel can
Put Marxist theory into rhyme
And likewise make the couplets scan?
You'd think by now the choice is clear.
That, or Armageddon's near.
First a contest, then a war--
Couples come apart.
The source of anger is a sore
Spot left by cupid's dart;
Comes from all that we deny--
Comes from never knowing why.
One day there comes somebody who
Seems to get you, and you go
Crazy, hoping (thinking) you
Can tell your story blow by blow.
What happens next is up to them.
You're tied in knots by what they say:
You hope they help, they might condemn--
It's touch and go from day to day.
You can't take your mind off what
You felt the time they touched your arm--
You don't have the nerve to cut
Down to the chase. But what's the harm
In taking chances that might prove
They wanted first, you make a move?
DANGER WILL ROBINSON
I see anger in your eyes,
Aside from your shy looks;
Looks away used to disguise
The sharp and subtle hooks.
You've been hurt beyond belief;
Revenge is where you find relief.
You're going to a playground,
Where you'll play the game you love;
Why think the other way around?
You'll play the game without a glove--
Soft and warm and tender touches;
You won't get hurt unless you think
Love's a gift emotion clutches--
One can't possess a loving wink.
Focus on the future when
You're going to catch my wink again.
TOURISTS IN NYC
Penalty for jaywalking there
Is getting hit in traffic;
Cops ignore it and I swear
New Yorkers' choreographic
Artful dodge and thundering stride
Drive yokels to a subway ride.
Upset a lot of decent folks,
Turned off many of my friends
By talking shit and making jokes
On how this sorry planet ends:
The opportunist pols still beg,
The rest of us on our last leg.
Thinking I should write no more--
Like politicians, just a whore.
Drunker I get the more I like
What I type those days I write;
My judgment seems to take a hike,
But I forge on and think I might
Just have something down on paper
That won't blow up as vapid vapor.
THE FOURTH ESTATE
US reporters embedded
With carefully chosen vetted troops:
No matter where they're headed--
The writers are well-vetted dupes.
The fourth estate's been bought by those
Who prim their prose with spangled bows.
Why not? What is there to lose--
A life of suffering, torture, fear?
What else would a proud man choose
Besides a strap-on bomb or steer
A car to blow them all to bits?
He'll soon be kissing virgins' tits.
PUDDING AND PIE
Coward and bully, both at once--
Georgie Porgie, filthy rich.
Teachers in school had prepped a dunce.
Money allowed the boy to ditch
Class and duty. He blithely went
On to become the President.
My dog taught me how to love.
I know that's sad--but true.
Patient, trusting, she's full of
Affection all for you.
I'm more patient--learned to trust
What once before turned me to dust.
The sudden, lingering fantasies
Of softness, feeling fingers slide
From top to bottom 'til one frees
The longing shackled deep inside--
Last a moment. But what heart!
They tear your hungry mind apart--
Your fantasy's a work of art,
But do you dare throw Cupid's dart?
WINNING THE HEARTS AND MINDS
Not enough love? I beg your pardon--
Too much forgiveness in my mind.
Rulers twist the love to harden
Hearts and minds until they blind
The people to the things they're doing--
People don't see who they're screwing.
It's not enough to hate a war,
I think you have to learn to hate
The class that we serve and adore--
Get rid of them, lean back and wait
For people to get over what,
Since class rule, has kicked our butt.
GOOD TIME CHARLIE
I don't always speak the truth--
Don't always trust its power;
But times I have it's like Babe Ruth
Turned the last pitch into flour
Blasting it into the eyes
Of people who require lies.
Truth's unkind to anyone
Who's only living to have fun.
Have no clue as who you are?
You want someone else to say?
Dreaming they'll make you a star?
At least, maybe, make your day?
Truth be told that dream is shit--
It's time that you got over it
And take some steps that prove you can
Finish the dreams that you began.
THE ARTIST'S MUSE
And pain commits
To even up the odds;
And you commune with gods.
Those devoid of muses such
As those, might summon simpler aids.
They substitute a steady touch
Of drink or drugs or different shades
Of soft surreal happenstance:
Those muses give you half a chance.
She tried her best to get control
Of the splintered life around her;
Burdened to her very soul
She let her weakened will defer
To a cowboy who could take
Charge and promise her a break.
BEING AND NOTHINGNESS
There's a better throw than seven--
Infinity stands enthralled.
There's a finer place than heaven
As nothingness is called.
Don't bother gamble what might be--
Your chances don't look good;
What you get is what you see--
Nothing else is understood.
PRELUDE TO ADULTERY
To be held in arms of one
Who's never caused you pain;
To feel their lips, the warmth of sun,
Open through the pouring rain
Is going to be a dream for life
(One that's hidden, never seen)
Of every suffering man or wife--
Each a wretched human being.
Found love after stormy weather--
Jagged pieces chipped and small.
What's it take to put together
Love that's damaged from a fall?
Can't watch pieces turn to dust--
Worth the try to build back trust.
No honor with thieves--
Drug addicts as well:
Avoiding the heaves
And poverty's smell
Leads to taking shifty measures
Liberating others treasures.
DEAR COUNTRY-RAG EDITOR
Father confessor, maybe what
I say is going to kick my butt
Down the road, but what the fuck:
I trust you more than trust my luck.
A DRUNKARD'S CREDO
DRUNK FOR LIFE
What's it take to stay a drunk?
Takes God-awful common sense:
Never, ever: drunk as a skunk;
Rage? Definite capital offense;
Pace yourself and don't get stewed;
Be sure to eat, choose decent food;
If you slur, keep your mouth shut;
And never drive, no matter what;
Recall the shit you say and do.
You got that down? Good, here's to you.
My father taught me that. He died of cancer from smoking. In the ICU after his last operation, they put alcohol in his IV so he wouldn't go into DT's.
COMMON SENSE WOMAN WITH RAMBLING MAN
"You can't believe, the way I love you,
Another might take me away!"
She's no fool--knows you'll do
Whatever's going to make your day.
On that day you fall in love
She'll peel off the velvet glove.
DRUGS AND UTOPIA
If your drugs are not a tool
They're nothing but abuse.
Just getting high? You fucking fool--
Drugs all have their use.
If they're but a cheap vacation,
You know nothing but temptation,
Hedonism, and sensation--
No sense about the situation.
I could not name all the ways
That drugs could make for better days.
And when those days someday arrive,
You won't need drugs to feel alive.
Holy shit, you're so intense.
But then again, I should have known:
Your green eyes can jump the fence
And chew the meat down to the bone.
A predator, what can I do
Except become a meal for you?
What happened? Where did it all go?
The feeling visits for a day
And that is all it has to show?
And then the feeling fades away?
What happened to the time we shared?
I trusted you with all my heart
More than I have ever dared
Before--to make another start.
What's to become of you and me--
Lambs who found their darling pea?
A rush like that comes to no good;
The feeling's too intense;
A rush like that is understood
To end your common sense.
When you get too soon so close
It's like a drug you overdose.
TO TAKE IT SLOW
Hang dog from the kiss I missed--
You offered me your cheek;
On second thought, one time we kissed,
Your response was pretty weak.
What am I doing chasing you?
Will I ever get a clue?
Rolled in on a gurney,
They slide your body to the bed,
So begins the journey
That messes with your head.
Tell me now, from one to ten,
So how much do you hurt?
The morphine masks the pain but then
Your mind's nowhere alert.
You wait, like everybody waits,
On so few who have so much
To do to block the pearly gates--
Sooth others with a tender touch.
Or not so tender when a nurse
Lubes first 3 inches of a hose
And shoves it up your nose, and worse--
Works past bends, down throat it goes.
Now you wait for all the tests,
You wait for visits from the doc;
For nurses completing your requests;
You've never watched a slower clock.
The nurses deal with dirty old men,
Men and women geared to complain;
But please the doctor's first and then
Fill out reports that fall like rain.
Sometimes they don't have a clue
Exactly what is wrong with you;
But let you go when you can do
The normal things when you pull through.
Pearly white teeth and pretty smile,
Madonna wearing latex gloves,
Sets you straight on your health while
She makes you think of your past loves.
This Madonna's no recent act--
From Millenniums ago in fact.
STUCK ON SUSPICION
I'm lonely when you're gone.
When you're home--the distance: mine.
You think something's going on--
But I'm home and drink my wine
When you're out with who knows who.
The distance that you feel from me
Is not about what I might do;
And "something going on" would be
Impossible with your keen eyes
Which narrow with suspicion
When you spot my cleanest lies
And beat out an admission.
That's the loneliness that I feel--
Feel like shit beneath your heel.
Walking three feet off the ground,
Trying to cover tracks
Leading to the love you found
That might reveal facts
Used to settle a divorce:
You erase the logs, of course.
You don't listen, have no clue
About what's going on with me;
You dig, you pry, concerning you--
Not one thought about what we
Have going on, it comes down to
Your pride and your security.
So this is it, the final straw?
We'll go our separate ways?
Finished with the tooth and claw
That visited too many days?
By the way, they both were yours--
Though my "mistakes" began those wars.
PLUMBERS' MODIFIED MOTTO:
CLASS RULE, LIKE SHIT,
You will forgive,
If you understand,
What it means to live
Beneath the hand
Of control--both body and mind--
To date, the fate of humankind.
Imprisoned by a jealous heart;
Judged by an evil mind;
You've no idea as where to start
To make it all unwind
Back to when you felt so free
Before you faced the 3rd degree.
You blew it on the alcohol,
You blew it on the drugs;
You blew it with the wherewithal
To gain some cred from thugs.
Now you've blown it serving life--
Instead of serving kids and wife.
The ruling class has planned it well,
For themselves, that is--
The economy is shot to hell
But they still stay in biz.
The corporations have it made--
Their owners, hey--made in the shade.
Ownership, lord ownership,
How I bow to thee!
You point the way and wield the whip--
Telling me I'm free.
You say you once walked in my shoes,
You say that you have paid your dues;
I say your path was paved with gold,
The dues you paid were bought and sold--
Making mine one-hundred fold.
It's better than boredom, the trouble I'm in--
Escaping the whoredom of privileged white skin.
One day I'll get out of the trouble I'm in
But I'll never slough off this privileged white skin.
ESTRANGED BY CIRCUMSTANCE
Look at the times we've lost
Because our hearts got in the way;
How much would have one month cost
If we had spent another day
Together, near as reach-out-close--
Once a month, no overdose.
KIMBER'S BIRTHDAY CD
When I heard that country sound
I went to heaven, went to hell--
To the moon, dropped to the ground,
The lyrics threw both punches well.
You've been in my wildest dreams,
So mindless no chance they'll come true.
But every scene I picture steams,
And clouds decisions what to do.
Whatever happens, swift or lazy,
Folks will see it as plain crazy.
If there's a party going on
And I'm trying to sleep,
From the deck two cards are drawn--
Invite me now or shut your peep.
If it's a party having fun,
I'm there sampling sticky bun.
If there's a fight and drawn handgun,
I'm back home and holding one.
Call back home to see I'm here--
Pick up the land-line phone.
Since I strayed, you live in fear
That maybe I am not alone--
Dropped my brains--fucking them out:
Something else to lie about.
I made her fall in love with me,
What kind of fool am I?
A broken woman who would be
The apple of my eye
For a moment, in my need
To satisfy my nether greed.
But more than that, beneath the wreck
I found a woman I respect.
Her suspicion, jealousy and
Your regrets you treated her
So bad--but still don't understand
About the saddle and the burr
Beneath, that triggers her to take
The reins from you, for heaven's sake.
Jealous rage--suspicion now;
Your regrets; betraying her
Enough to make her have a cow
And dig to get rid of the burr
Beneath the saddle and to take
The reins from you, for goodness sake.
You lost it: now lose everything--
Misplaced, buried in your stuff;
Piled so high that you can't bring
Anyone over who's not as tough
As nails to witness all the piles
Of trash defining crowded aisles
Leading to the couch, the can--
To bed upstairs, a troubled man.
Use what happened to convict
And flog an honest man?
Honesty that got him kicked
Downstairs was not his plan.
Honesty, it turns out, was his
Struggle with the corporate biz.
UNDER THE TABLE
You're cheating, since if you don't cheat
You're getting beat for naught;
If you don't cheat you'll never beat
The system, likewise if you're caught--
It will likely ruin your life
As bad as cheating on your wife.
Wish I were a better liar--
Or kept it in my pocket;
Can't change spots of my desire
That unleashed the rocket
That I rode to kingdom come:
Vapor trails? Sadly, some.
Kicked to the curb,
All because I kissed a nerd;
Because she's so
All that--knowing she's preferred.
Candidates: queue up to shine
Down upon us lesser folks;
Their constellation threads a line
Around another starry hoax--
Astrologers! They chart a scam
Defining who they think I am.
I see you've no way out but down,
And that, my friend, no way at all;
Because you're not that big a clown,
Don't think you can take the fall;
Prepare yourself, the end is near--
You're losing all that you hold dear.
21st CENTURY POLITICS
The best lack all conviction,
The worst are so intense
They redact the truth to fiction--
Corrupting common sense.
The power plays they use to win
(If I believed) I'd call a sin.
Driving me to grab a gun
And put it to my head;
Situations seem to run
Into the ground instead
Of how I planned on getting high--
Sailing off into the sky.
Like I was single, or we're healthy;
As either one of us were wealthy.
We pursued unlikely love
Praying angels from above
Would bless the union we had found
To share that we'd keep underground.
Co-option is the oldest tool
To get the system back on track;
Heavy-revies weaken, drool
Over all the heavy jack
Offered if they'll lay it out
More gently or, indeed, sell out.
FIRST CLASS ALIENATION
There were times when company
Was all I ever wanted;
When it didn't come to me
I'd leave my house and haunted
Friends and neighbors, kinfolk too,
Mixing drinks and talking shit;
Playing music, smoking boo--
Couldn't get enough of it.
Something happened, I dropped out,
Today I don't go out at all.
I'm not sure what came about,
But don't care when friends don't call.
The solitude I now enjoy,
Makes me a happy, simple boy.
You made him, let him, fall in love
Now you'll likely break his heart.
No innocent, you gave the shove
Into the path of Cupid's dart.
Now, tell me what you plan to do
With him who fell in love with you?
CHUMMY RUMMY SOMETIME LOVERS
Drunkenness, a state of bliss
Where you fall into their arms;
Tender is the scented kiss
Of fermentation braving charms
Of the other: the courage to
Do the things you'd never do.
Green eyes staring back at me
Wondering what it's going to be;
Ginger eyes gaze back at you,
Wondering what you're going to do.
Puzzled. The only end in sight
I see is feel the bullet's bite.
Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk.
Don't know where you're coming from.
You could be the sparrow hawk
Diving in from kingdom come;
Or you could be the one who shares
My happiness that comes in pairs.
You could be the one who holds
My future what? as it unfolds.
But talk to me. The silence I
Get from you draws a sigh.
70% OF OUR THOUGHTS
Why is love, or sex, or looks,
Always on our mind?
Answer's simple--don't need books
Or experts help you find
The reason why. The reason's clear:
Love, nee sex, provides the cheer
To keep the human race alive:
The orgasm makes sure we thrive.
Aging beauty drinking hard--
Bored and lonely as can be--
Sips rum in the fenced back yard
Of old men who love to see
Her green eyes and comely form--
And wit that takes them all by storm.
All about oil. Yeah, not quite.
It's all about the profits that
Keep the system going, right?
War will keep it off the mat;
Always: war; inflation; or
Debt to let the system soar.
Tell me when you're sober--
Describe the problem then.
You're telling me we can't get over
Another business cycle when
The factories, workers, farmland and
Service, product all still stand?
SINGLE WHITE FEMALE
Alone. Afraid to take the trash
To the dumpsters in the back.
She's been raped. Her mind will flash
Back to then, and thoughts turn black.
From that, decides she can't be seen
By strangers in apartments there.
Won't let them catch her in between
Her car and her apartment where
She'll live hiding with her dreams
And night terrors--helpless, fights--
Living with the trash, and screams
That punctuate the rented nights.
She stays alive to make it through
Another day of missing you.
You get me and I get you.
Could be we're a pair.
Before another day is through
I think, maybe, I might dare
To take a chance to ask you if
You see problems getting stiff.
Chances taken for a reason,
That would be a guess--
Could be thrill of hunting season
Or could be a mess
If you get caught. But still you try
To get over without a lie.
Where do you go, after you go
To someone and relieve your mind
Of the heavy thoughts that show
You've gotten yourself in a bind--
When they look back at you as if
You've been talking to a stiff.
Give up nothing, not a bit.
I've no clue to what you feel.
Times I nipple on your tit,
You won't even give a squeal.
But you'll go through the motions when
Separation looms again.
Of a weighted soul:
The family has a goal.
Might as well just shoot her dead;
Or put one through his leaden head.
A civil war is brewing
Between those who want to fight,
And the rest who sit home stewing
Over this world's end in sight:
A civil war no side will win--
And civilization begins again.
He studied rates of suicide
To gauge a nation's mental health;
Who's checking on mass homicide?
Or wars used building up the wealth?
Mental health? A serious joke.
I think I'll take another toke.
You think it's drugs? Crime or sex?
Sexual orientation or
Global issues, and what's next
To lead us to another war?
Can't believe we're all so dumb
To swallow everything laid out
On tables of the kingdom come
That feeds us what we think about
The world--while deftly shifting blame
To the world's economy
From those who claim we're all the same--
Not different at all from you and me
And just as puzzled with the world
When another flag's unfurled.
CITY OF LIGHT
A social butterfly getting off
On attention given her;
Chowhounds slopping at the trough--
She takes a silver spoon to stir
Up emotions they'll die for:
The butterfly's a virtual whore.
No one wants to be viewed as
This or that which someone has
Conjured up from rumor that
Started with a sewer rat.
Regardless, we all suffer it--
We can't rise above the shit.
KICK ME, JESUS
I've never known one so alone
As the one who married me:
Conversations with a stone--
Echoes bouncing out to sea;
Days are shared but bob around
A single voice adrift and drowned.
God is hidden. Hiding in fact--
Can't get far enough away
From every vicious human act
God knows happens every day.
God's ashamed to ever have made
Such animals--and God's afraid.
FUNDAMENTAL CONTROL FREAK
Now, all your partner wants to do
Is, find a place away from you:
Takes his chances when he can
To find a place where you can't ban
His sinful pleasures wearing thin
Through your godly, holy skin.
All he wants to do's get high--
Can't you give that to the guy?
You've got yours, now tell me why
You're going to make him want to die?
You show him prison for the crime
Of getting too high all the time.
Religion gets you high on days
When everybody like you prays.
If he gets high before your eyes
Why not, why not compromise?
What's the harm in that? Can't budge
Off being above the Lord to judge?
Give it up, we all get high
One way or another I'd
Have to say--or why not die
From boredom on the other side?
OK, he always went too far--
He's near dead, don't raise the bar.
A DEATH WISH CAUSING PROBLEMS
Drink too much or drop too much
Or spike a sudden thrill through veins:
Problem is, you're being such
A goddamn pain you're wrapping chains
Around your friends and family who
Are slaving now to pull you through.
ESKIMOS NO MORE
It's not like the days of old
When sick or useless chose to die
And walked into the winter cold--
Laid down, staring at the sky
Waiting for the cold to take--
Giving poor kinfolk a break.
No one does that now because
We live over how it was.
Stick gun control into the mix
Of politics on any day:
Sucker issue made to fix
The goddamn world. Uh-huh. O.K.
Toughen up some lame-ass laws
To treat effects and not the cause.
Look what you've done to yourself!
I hate to sound cold-hearted,
But now the laden medicine shelf
Is going to get me started
Because if you had just shown some
Moderation, you'd not be here:
Me over you, to keep you from
The drink and drugs you used to queer
Mind and body from working right:
Eat this pabulum, shut up, good night.
GIVE IT UP
Can't blame God, the Devil or
The skimpy skirted sidewalk whore
For what is going on to make
This world seem such a big mistake.
This is it. Hey, this is God--
Nobody else is there.
We're the shit that made this odd
Existence from thin air.
Drawn wire stretching ever thinner--
It's not gold, it's going to break.
Called a bully, monster, sinner,
Imperialism's going to make
The world a happy place when it
Decomposes--and turns to shit.
Give one reason you can't be
Engaged with friendly company.
I'll give you two: first one's I
Can't wait until the day I die.
The other is because of you--
Controlling everything I do.
You brought my mother flowers
To the ICU: forbidden.
She hadn't many days and hours.
The rules were overridden--
You bringing color back to her.
Her eyes spoke to the man you were.
We're all junkies getting high
On something or another;
Sick or healthy--sometimes die
Taking chances that will smother
Life for thrills that we don't see
For ourselves as such a risk
Delivering us eternity.
Oh, but those good trips are brisk
When the substance takes you where
You hadn't planned and wouldn't dare.
We all get high, can't lie, oh my:
Religion is the cleanest high.
Except it causes splits between
Sectarians claiming they're most true
To God, creating quite a scene--
As fanatics tend to do
To prove their faith's deserving of
Pure dominance beneath God's love.
HAIL THE CARETAKER
You thought you would have the balls
For suicide if came to when
You couldn't stand up after falls
From drink and drugs you dropped again.
Big surprise. You're living still,
Dependent on another's will.
I love them much as anybody--
When they're good the high is great.
But when preferred against the shoddy
Life that you've begun to hate,
You're in trouble. Things get worse--
Drugs become a bitter curse
That drag you down the more you crave
To follow them into your grave.
Catch the look as they undress--
Perhaps you'll see the truth
Revealing secrets eyes confess
When glancing at the wasted youth.
The crow's feet fan the memories
Of disappointments by degrees
Of love that failed when a voice
Had lost its strength to make a choice.
The only person I could tell
Who had some hope in me
Was one I didn't have to sell
My soul or personality
And took me for the one I am--
I opened like a fresh steamed clam.
RELIGION OF DRUGS
I believe in miracles--
Especially when I'm stoned.
Substance generating spells--
Crash when they're de-boned,
Leaving me with flesh and blood
That life can choose to drag through mud.
Frankie's living on the streets;
Has his buddies--homeless too.
They agree that their life beats
Taxes, rent, and bosses who
Expect a little more each day
And complain how much they pay
To keep you working--Frankie quit
Before he ever took their shit.
He tells me he's fed all the time
By kind-hearted folks he meets--
He says he rarely spends a dime.
Though might sleep between the sheets
Of a bed, the sleep he gets
In 24, despite the threats,
Suits him fine, he gets enough--
The sidewalk, ground, all keep him tough.
That's what Frankie tells me but
The trade-off's hardly even;
Frankie's yet to tell me what
Is so good that he'll believe in
The streets before he takes a job--
No shower, shave, clean clothes, a slob
And smelling bad--but then he's free
Of judgments from the likes of me.
This ugly duck's no future swan.
Got no hopes, no dreams, no shots
At fame or fortune--they're all gone.
But my guts aren't tied in knots--
What I've have's between my legs
For which my darling partner begs.
I'm thin-skinned, I shouldn't be--
I've got myself one terrible mouth.
But criticism crumbles me
To send my ego tumbling south.
Keeping my mouth shut is worse:
I've got it figured out--a curse.
VICTIM TO A HORNDOG
She mumbles tending her duress
Which I barely understand.
Rambling on while I caress
Her skin beneath my roaming hand.
She won't say no, she won't say stop--
She chats about what's going on
In her life to stay on top:
I'm wet and she's about to yawn,
Squeezing shut her weary eyes,
Wishing that my fingers could
Soften slick the hope that lies
Within her but I'm no damn good--
Life has stressed her half to death
While my yearning's sped my breath.
The quickie's akin to rape,
When in fact she has been raped.
He moves so fast he's grabbed the nape
Of her neck, and she's escaped
With excuses, chatter that
Leave new boyfriends flaccid, flat.
Bringing light into the world,
Doing his Buddhist best:
Colors splashed as whispers swirled
Within the ears so blessed
To hear the softness of the light
He brought to everyone in sight.
She runs a stream of consciousness
Chatting with a man
About inherent wickedness
That she can't understand--
Done to her, like, every day.
He listens, hasn't much to say--
His mind is on important things
Like sex he hopes attention brings.
JIHADIST WATER BOARD
I'll die before they torture me,
Said Ashar Assad Ali.
Martyrdom or suicide?
That's for Allah to decide.
Ali's at Guantanamo Bay--
Should hear the things he has to say.
Instead of feeling sorry
For yourself and others;
Or falling into starry
Nights in hopes it smothers
What you're feeling, take a chance
And try to change what no romance
Is going to do to make your place
Cleaner, safer--without a trace
Of exploitation, bullies and
We all enjoy the beach and sand.
SAVE THE WORLD
Save the whale, the spotted frog,
Save the old growth redwood trees;
Save the wetlands draped in fog,
The cypress shaped by ocean breeze.
Right. Business claims you're near insane--
Media shows you're smug and vain.
You've a snowball's chance in hell
As long as Wall Street rings the bell.
I SEE IT. SO?
I don't have the voice to speak;
I don't have the will to take
The steps for helping out the weak;
Absolutely no balls to shake
The system up, I'm just a man--
Watching, doing what I can.
What's this water-boarding shit?
I don't believe a word of it.
35 seconds? You confess?
Has to be more to saying yes
Than water going up your nose--
Even from a fire hose.
And then God visits you that night
To tell you that you had done right
By betraying Muslim brothers?
Convinced you're helping them and others?
The CIA is doing more
Than water-boarding--can't ignore
What they've tried out in the past
That's finally working at long last:
The CIA has drugs involved.
Open, shut. This case is solved.
ALL THE SAME
Men have treated her like trash;
She lives with it, the woman drops
Wrappers on the floor; she'll splash
The rug with wine--her body plops
On the couch to watch TV,
Bored and lonely as can be.
I smell you when I walk into
My room--I smell the scent that lies
Soft and warm then wet when you
Allow my lips between your thighs.
I smell the comfort scents of earth
Known since I'd been given birth;
You're not here, not in my room--
Instead, I'm left with your perfume.
SONNET TO THE TERROR
We're all human, we all work--
Well, most of us do work at least.
What's the reason for knee jerk
Reactions seen as though the Beast
Is taking over your whole world?
Angry, threatened hands are clutched
To staffs of one more flag unfurled,
Leaving no ones life untouched.
Beliefs become a shrapnel belt,
Wrapped around someone while cloaked
In darkness 'til the time they're dealt
A blow from traitors who have choked
Out of fear and water boards--
Hymns sung drowning common chords.
I've been babied all my life,
Privileged, selfish, handsome, lucky.
Girlfriend, tryst, unlucky wife--
I stay on top, a rubber ducky
Floating on the scented water--
Bathing with a mother's daughter.
REICH WAS RIGHT
Goose step: sex and politics--
Tell me what is going on.
Gander at the rigid fix
Love and caring aren't the same
Beneath the whip and driven shame.
DIFFERENT KINDS OF DRUGS
Dreaming it. Not doing it--
Diversion's done it's job.
Watching it, pursuing it
Without a chance, will rob
You of life to profit those
Who put the brass ring through your nose.
How scary would it be if you
Had no clue you're on a drug?
Beelzebub and Allah too--
Will visit you, you're but a bug--
You're going to do just what they say.
Not tonight, tomorrow. Today.
THE BEST PART OF CHRISTMAS
The year's best day is Christmas Day--
No traffic 'til the Christmas lights
Turn on as daylight fades away
And folks hand over driving rights.
Others taking to the streets
Driving beneath fermented treats.
But Christmas Day, ah, what a treat,
Not a soul on any street.
ROOM WITH A VIEW
I'd love to live near traffic
In a room--with view--where sound
Can't reach it: photographic
Situation all around
To let me pick what's going on--
Voyeurism of withdrawn.
How much longer with the fraud
Until the day you're caught?
What's to prop up your facade
That everybody thought
Was real--stories you inflate
While your words are losing weight?
So self-absorbed you suck me dry--
Attention that I pay to you.
I'm your drug and I supply
Your habit that'll get you through
Another day beneath the sun
Of you the one and only one.