governmental affairs…

one of these mornings
i’m
not
gonna wake up
the condition
i believe
is
called
death
other than
the precise data
regarding
the hour
nature
and
conditions
of
the body
at
that moment
little
has been
documented
regarding
the
agenda
and
provisions
following
death
this seems
to me
to be
an oversight
by
whomever
or
whatever
controls
governmental affairs
of
the afterlife
well
now
there’s
an assumption
afterlife
you see
we have
no solid evidence
or
personal testimony
of
that state
of
soulful residency
of course
this
makes appropriate
preparation
difficult
if
not
impossible
therefore
i believe
that
the government
should
petition
the powers to be
to provide
said
information
before
we
the citizens
have to
participate
further
our
elected officials
should
go first
to establish
appropriate
representation
with
the new administration

goat glands and political paints…

the brown bag prophet
said
we need some
pest control
seems to me
the president’s
midnight
tweets
are nothing more
than
splashing brightly colored paints
on the national house
to distract
the media
and
us
from the fact
that
political termites
are eating away
at
our democracy
most of what’s said
is
nothing more
than
the old classic cons
which
people
continue to
fall for
by the way
you wouldn’t possibly
need
a bridge
would you

sunday school lesson…

still steaming
from
a staff meeting
i
visited
aunt bea
when
she heard why
i was upset
she said
you’ve never followed
conventional ways
of
thought
always opting
to
never
fully conform
or
reply
in an expected manner
i recall
when you were young
and
attending sunday school
one christmas
just before the annual
reenactment
of
the nativity
in which
your older sister
had been
cast in the role
of
shepherd
and
you
as
one
of the wise men
the teacher
asked your older sister
how she might
find the new-born
she said
follow the star
and
when
you
were asked
you said
follow
the shepherd

please forward to addressee…

it would appear
that
i’ve
had a change
of
address
imposed upon me
not
surprising
given how
children
treat their parents
these day
and
although
i cannot
convey
to you
my specific address
i can say
that
as i peer out
a small portal
of my
my current housing unit
i see
it ‘s
adorn
with
a bronze angel and child
just above
my head
and
the exterior walls
are
beautifully hand painted
reminds me
of
a crafted cold cast resin
i saw
just the other day
in
the museum
there’s
something
serene
about this place
but
it’s rather
unnerving
not having email
oh
there’s
one other thing
across
the hall
i see something
about
forest lawn