Tuesday, June 20, 2017

AMBIGUOUS










no need reminding one's self
yesterday is yesterday
and yesterday should be left
to ferment in its own juices
for proper taste and aid
in the aging process.

and unexpected complications
such as suddenly dying, for example.
certainly unexpected, not to mention
complicating matters terribly.
throwing one's schedule to the wind,
when one becomes suddenly dead.


Friday, June 9, 2017

INEXPLICABLE REASON










doing what needs doing without interference;
not easily done in the times of burning unrest.
mayhem in city streets, blowing up ill winds.
not knowing whom, what trustworthy.
poor folk getting poorer.
rich folk increase their wealth, untold.
but that's the way of things these days.
and has been for centuries, untold;
most likely for centuries to come, foretold.
what humanity needs is a good spanking
for letting things come to this.
we are all, all of us, to blame for this.
enough blame to pass around
forever and a day, forevermore.





Tuesday, April 25, 2017

INCLINATIONS


our natural inclinations,
separating one from another,
depend on our IQs proving
our inclinations on the
straight and narrow.

none intractable,
reading from book of
deep headiness.

leaving retractors in deep
distress, while
stretching a few wantonness
necks.
what we became, after years
of practice, sets the course
for our final arrival;
our final destination;
escaping our lifelong fears.

dust to dust, they say.
so, okay, dust to dust, then.

don't panic. but if you must,
panic somewhere else;
I don't need the mess.
thank you.


 
 
 
The screaming, mostly steady,
but not necessarily excessively;
but why quibble over semantics?

fanatics need untie, now,
to escape the madness coming down,
fixing to tear us a new one.

well, we're in an insane society, so....


 having been one,
gone off the deep end a time or two.
but only to check just how deep
and sleep deprivation.
 
not to mention commonsense
deficiency causing wide range
of mood swings; causing serious
ringing in one's central lobe.

Monday, April 17, 2017

NOW SHOWING


Now the field of battle is a land of standing corpses;
those determined to die will live;
those who hope to escape with their lives will die.

W U  C H 'I




those ghosts of yesteryear are still there, waiting.
waiting for us to come full circle.
and we will, we must, we know no different.
we, all of us, must come full circle;
it is part of our DNA.


An enemy that commits a false step...is ruined,
and it comes on him with an impetuosity 
that allows him no time to recover.

Cuthbert Collingwood  (1748-1810)


Desperate affairs require desperate remedies. 

Nelson (1758-1805)


No matter what may be the ability of the officer,
if he loses the confidence of his troops 
disaster must sooner or later ensue.

R.E. Lee, August 1863




Saturday, April 8, 2017

PHOBIAS


she has a phobia about phobias.
he is a phobia; her favorite.
together they make beautiful phobia music

does his best work when he works.
does not do his best work
when he is not working.

she is fashion conscious without
a lick of good fashion sense;
while he is super sensitive 
about conscious awareness. 








yes, and good manners, a scarcity, a rarity
at a time good manners so badly in need.
dogs ripping out innards of well nourished commodities. 

none need style cramped by
claustrophobic thinking in dark and scary places.
combination of multiple synergistic effects
on weak and weary writers,
loosing sight what to write or read. 



Monday, April 3, 2017

MAKING THE BEST OF IT











"You have enemies? Good. That means
you've stood up for something in your life."

Winston Churchill, 1933



Have you ever thought: there must be more to life?
Yes, well, so have I. We were both wrong, then. 
This is all the life we get,
 so best we make the best of it, then.




Wednesday, March 29, 2017

THE RELEVANCE


and the relevance,
of what of this do we owe elegance?
and those diplomatic incidents
messing up a really good thing.

blame it on bade wine.
blame it on blind leading blind
down impossible craziness paths.
a sucker-punch scenario filled
with impossible intrigue.

and some crazy ass sucker  puncher.
no sense killing already dead chickens, is there?
but should it make one feel better, go for it.
















nothing is what I do
when I have nothing else to do. 
yes, I am that cool.