fake president and porn…

the brown bag prophet
was reading about
the president’s
porn star
shaking his head
he said
i understand
the secret service folks
who
took part
in
agents behaving badly in columbia
have been
reassigned
to
the white house
where
the
real
action is
seems like
there’s
more
than
tweeting
going on
at night

lifeguard…

why did you not
extend your hand
as your brother
slipped into the sea
did fear
grasp your mind
so tight
that hope’s light
could not be seen
or
did you conceive
of this as some horrid nightmare
that would pass away
as the new day began
or
did you see
your brother’s wealth
and
wish it to be
endowed
upon you
tell me senator
what did you see

cliché…

watching
patterns
on
the ceiling
candlelight dancers
flickering
like
memories
and
sweet words
heard
so
long ago
friends
forever
lovers
for
the moment
tantalizing
touches
passion
has a way
of
arbitrating
with
reason
youth
has little
to do with it
but
provides
a time-tested
excuse
readily accepted
in
most circles
of
society
except for
a few
hardline
religious zealots
who
rarely
approve
of
anything
but they
end up
like
the melted wax
upon
my floor
cold
solidified
paraffin postures
of
humanity
never
really enjoying
the
flames

preparing…

old photos
family
friends
and
lovers
who now
are
foes
assessments
workers
jobs
all
beyond
recall
ink
stains
frayed papers
legal
court
words
justice
blurred
hopes
lost
pulled from files
sorted
and
feed
into
shredder
life’s
end