lesser men…

matryoshka

a game
of
cat and mouse
observed
by
buzzards
where
two
of
the same species
are
convinced
via
history
that
one
is
the lesser
but
both
have been
told
that
the other
is
the
lesser
so
in order
to
preserve
the
natural order
of
the universe
one
must be demeaned
and
destroyed
at
every
opportunity
and
to
the victor
nothing
but
more of the same
but
the
carcasses 
belong
to
the
buzzards
who
instigated
the
whole
damn thing
in
the
beginning

an uninvited guest…

new year's blues

a restless night
roused
several times
by
the tapping
of
the bedposts
against
the wall
and
though
young
he understood
these things
so wanting
some sleep
he silently
crept into
their room
and
managed
to scale
the bed
and
squeeze
between
the two of them
falling soundly
to sleep
a bold action
no doubt
with
the potential
of
punishment
but
what’s a puppy
to do

a child’s play…

a child's play

let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you

invented justice…

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there can be no doubt
a marketing miracle
has been created
oppressors are now claiming
the oppressed are tyrants
so real oppressors
have used a bunch of new laws
designed to assure
that those who have been oppressed
remain bonded to their will
a simple process
using disinformation
as a legal veil
essential truth distorted
power is all that matters

peeing on a myth…

peeing on a myth2

being
the last one
to
leave the service
a service
and
sermon
that seemed
like
the never ending story
to
even
the adults
in
the congregation
the pastor
decided
to finish off
the wine
for as
most folks know
opened wine
just doesn’t
last
until
the next
sunday sermon
so
it seemed
quite
reasonable
not
to let
good wine
go
to
waste
unfortunately
the drive
home
from the country
church
was
quite slow
due to
the bad roads
full
of potholes
and
as you all know
potholes
and
full kidneys
do not
go well together
so
the good pastor
made
the proverbial
pitstop
assuming
the secluded spot
surrounded
by trees
and
such
would provide
appropriate
cover
alas
as he was
feeling
the full blessings
of
redemption
he was
startled
by
a somewhat
angry voice
asking
why
he
was reliving
himself
on the grave
of
a great
texas governor

auditory suppression…

auditory suppression

when death
comes
in
large numbers
all
at once
it’s
like
a sudden
down pouring
of
rain
that floods
our
consciousness
shaking us
to
our very core
but
child death
from
hunger
is more
like
a steady
dripping
in
the background
that
we soon
learn to ignore
that
sound
we hear
every
ten seconds
a child’s death
a child’s death