elders…

ancient eyes stare down
surveying the world below
seeing mankind now
how it’s changed over time
cherishing these hillside graves

like lambs to the slaughter…

gripping their bibles
such a faithful flock of sheep

smiling earth demons
used only biblical words
to herd them to their own deaths

 

presidential prance…

child
if you goes
dancing
with the devil
don’t complain
when
he steps
on
your toes
and
don’t expect
no
apologies
‘cept
some lies
uttered
with
a sly smile
seems
also
when the dance
is over
you’re
left
with
the bar bill
to
pay

seekers of the golden fleece or dreamers of america…

a half-hearted
attempt
at
existence
is
perhaps
the best descriptor
of
dreamers’ lives
always constrained
by
the expectations
of
others in society
those
producers
who provide
the script
for
the everyday roles
dreamers play
on
center stage
most
daydream scenes
include
a house
with
adoring family provided
or
a crowded city apartment
in
an upscale
section of town
while
understudy dreamers
are
off-stage
imprisoned in the wings
and
spend much
of
their time
rehearsing their lines
and
plotting or praying for
bad luck
to befall
the principal characters
so that
a clever understudy
might become
the replacement
and
stand proudly
in
the limelight
an event
that rarely occurs
but
the slight chance
keeps
them rehearsing
their improbable lines
and
appropriately dressed
for
the opportunity
as well as
compliant
to
the producers’ instructions
who
remind them
during their bouts
with
depression
that
their potential improbable role
is far better
than
being one
of
life’s janitorial staff
or
a homeless starving actor
with no role
at all

​devolution…

man’s
barbaric soul
is tightly shrouded
in the black cloth
of
superiority
claiming to be
ordained
as
the earth’s keeper
all
that has been
kept
are
animalistic behaviors
a willingness
to kill
his own kind
for
territory
and
like any beast
routing out
his enemies’ children
leaving them
dead
on the battlefield
so his
young
may prosper
a limited
form
of humanity
since
even his own young
will be sacrificed
for
the protection
of
the territory
the scent
of
death
is everywhere
it
permeates
the cloth
of
the flag
power
always portrayed
as
the color red
the color
of
shed blood

tale of two sets of clowns…

tomorrow
the circus
will come to town
but
there’ll be no clowns
for
many
have taken jobs
in the movies
playing
sinister characters
who crawl
from
dark spaces
with
rather
unfriendly faces
scaring
little children
who alas
wet their beds
when left
alone
without
a nightlight
others
have found
similar jobs
in
washington
scaring
the hell
out of us all
with
the same
unfortunate
biological response