random pages found on the floor # 2…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

like a sleepy child
with endless tears and whining
the new government
complains about everything
blaming everyone but self

fleabags…

fleasbags

having
returned
from
a weekend
in
the mountains
of
socal
i stopped
by
aunt bea’s
laughing
i told her
about
a small town
that
had elected
a dog
as
mayor
she
said
sadly
seems
like
the nation
has
outdone
that
one

* The title of the poem does not refer to the Honorable Mayor Max, II

sailing into brisbane…

sailing-into-brisbane

onboard
dining time
conversations
abound
stock market tips
relationships
with children
marital rifts
funeral plans
and
an array
of other topics
generally
held
close to the chest
like
a winning hand
in poker
are
now shared
freely
with
a thousand
or more
floating confidants

sure signs of cabin fever…

sure-signs-of-cabin-fever

mad max’s
circumnavigation
of
australia
while
listening to
50
classic
rock’n roll tunes
necessitated
self administration
of
seasick pills
to prevent
pillage
by
jabba the hutt passengers
of
the buffet bacon buns
mad max
kept singing
there must be some kind of way out of here
all along
the lunch line
shoveling
and
shoveling
took place

benedict arnold and company…

benedict-arnold

the brown bag prophet
asked me
to mail
a request
to
attend
a future
supreme court hearing
when
i asked why
he
said
i understand
that
trump
and
his children
are going
to be charged
with
treason
‘cuz
it’s
one thing
to mix
business deals
with
corporate interests
but
another
to do it
with
national interests
and
i want
a front row seat
for
this one