with the end in sight….

with the end in sight2

i’ve begun
to count
each step
i take
not with
one
of
those fancy
exercise watches
but
on paper
with
black tick marks
totalled
for the day
it’s a way
of reminding myself
that i’m still alive
though
inside
a glass-walled prison
of
social expectation
a prison
that continues
to feed the poor
on political gruel
and
war’s
soylent green
while
a minority
enjoys
what was
promised
to all
ah
the all
tapping white canes
of comprehension
against
the political hollow curbs
of a make-believe
cities of gold
all the while
walking
on the edge of a cliff
with
so few steps
to the abyss

pounds sterling and dollars for sale…

pounds sterling and dollars for sale

wearing a hat
somewhat
reminiscent
of
the mad hatter
the brown bag prophet
said
i see we have
a pandemic
spread of
stupidity
folks
are voting
with
the emotions
of
hate
and
fear
rather
than
with any
true
forethought
so
bold-faced lies
are
accepted as
truth
even though
the lies
are
as apparent
as leprosy
guess
most folks
haven’t read
that story
about
the emperor’s new clothes
too busy
memorizing
facts
to pass
the frumious bandersnatch’s
standardized tests
ah
but
they did
gyre and gimble
their thoughts
fitting
into
a thimble

face lifts…

cornerstone

they’ve
painted over
the graffiti
the offending words
now blend
into
simulated
stone walls
no
longer
a social liability
a liability
now
hidden beneath
a thin layer
of
righteous actions
but
the process
has not
stilled
the hands
that
manifested
this
smoldering
and
unsolicited
human
hostility