the full monty …

leaving
the amazonian village
behind
he began
his own excursion
away from
the other
ship tourists
down
a muddy path
unfamiliar smells
surrounded him
as did
the bugs
in
a small clearing
stood
a primitive hut
he readied
his camera
and
to his surprise
appeared
a young goddess
dressed
somewhat
in
feathers
and
a small cloth
in broken portuguese
he asked
photo permission
she answered
in english
sure
but
my typical fee
is five bucks
her iphone
rang
she took the call
then
said
did you know
algorithms
from
phone data
expose every aspect
of
your life
it’s like
you’re nude
to
the world
that’s why
i dropped
facebook
google
and
twitter accounts
and
got my own
vpn

 

no need for tears…

when
i heard
aunt myrtle
was shot
in
the city
last night
i cried
she
always
treated me
as if
i were special
some kind
of
little prince
i knew aunt bea
might
want to talk
so
i drug my sorry ass
over
to her home
to
console
her
but
aunt bea
could see
i
was the one
needing
consoling
she
said
myrtle
always enjoyed life
she was
keenly
aware
that the cards
were
stacked against us
but
refused
to yield
to
life’s depression
and
chose
to
celebrate life
she knew
no one
could
make
another person happy
it was always
their
choice
and
her choice
even
surrounded
by
racial oppression
was
to be happy
and
that
is
now
your choice

 

watch your step…

this path
isn’t paved
with
cobblestones
but
the skulls
of those
who walked
before you
laying down
their lives
so you
might have a chance
to travel
towards
freedom
even with
so many sacrifices
the path
narrows
and
is obscured
by
hate
and
ignorance

 

barking up the wrong tree…

Image by CWMartin

i know it’s customary
to visit
a gravesite
and
talk to
a dear
departed one
but
there’s
no one
there
what makes you think
that any spirit
worth
their clay
would chose
to hangout
around
a place
enveloped in
so much sorry
when
there are
celestial parties
to attend
i’m telling you
nobody’s
there
but
if it ease your conscience
for
things done
said
or
not
done
nor
said
when they were alive
go ahead
and
stop by for a chat
but
don’t go asking for favors
or
for
the spirit
to intercede
on
your behalf
with
some divine being
hell
it deities didn’t listen
to them
when
they were alive
what makes you think
that
they’ll be a response
now
anyways
nobody’s
there

 

new funding source for the border wall…

standing
in a line
outside
the old town
free clinic
was
the brown bag prophet
who said
i’m here
to get
my yearly
flu shot
don’t want
to
join
the 61 thousand
that
died last year
in
the states
guess
i’m luckier
than
some folks
like
those children
detained
at our
southern border
seems
us customs
and
border
protection
have decided
not
to give
influenza vaccine
to
migrant children
in
their care
that
should free up
some
bucks
for
the lump’s wall