don’t wait for it…

no-need-for-words

i had
hoped
to have
a
personal
conversation
with you
but
you insisted
that
i respond
on
facebook
so that
all
your
friends
could serve
as
your
surrogate conscious
and to
no doubt
provide you
with the kind
of loyal support
worthy
of
at least
two
kindergarten gold stars stickers
alas
i am not
a certified member
of the
instant pudding mind group
so this query
into
your years
of
duplicitous living
shall end
as with
all
your ventures
seeking
more

congressional address…

congressional-address

aunt bea
had
just
seen
the pretender-to-the-crown’s address
to the congress
when
i arrived
hoping
to foster
a discussion
i inquired
did he say anything
aunt bea
said
he conveyed
his usual
nothingness
but
she said
he
sure does
talk funny
all
those
facial contortions
and
lip postures
like
he’s
struggling to believe
his own words
he
surely
reminds me
of
old man wilson
down the street
how
he talks
when
he’s
constipated
and
had
a little too much
wine
to
drink

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