a shabby black box for social program budgets…

friends of the white house
run around collecting stones
their pockets now bulge
they gather in the senate
await lottery’s winner

close-fitting legal briefs…

at the instant
of
death
are you provided
with
a quick review
of
your life
a visual
pretrial conference
before
entering
the angelic courtroom
so as
to
provide you
with
the appropriate
preparation
for
defending
actions
taken
or
not taken
during
what
you now
consider
an abbreviated
existence
and
as you
stand
before
heaven’s magistrate
will you be
wondering
if
you’re granted
the right
of appeal
if
some lesser angel
decides
not
in your favor
can you
appeal
to the supreme being
or
must you
request
purgatory
while
you prepare
your final defense
hell
maybe
it would have been
easier
to have done
it right
the
first tine

deconstructing freedom…

the old barn’ s been
weathered
by
many a storm
quite a few
of
its boards
have been
torn away
and
tossed
by time’s wind
into the sea
others
have been pillaged
for
personal gain
sold
on the open market
at
rock bottom prices
but
stolen goods
can be
dispensed
cheaply
since
there’s
no real overhead
well
not
for
the social merchants
of
sovereignty
but
those housed
in the barn
pay
the highest price
for
the loss

ain’t no alternate constitution for charges of treason…

the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
all this discussion
about
people not
applauding
the president’s
incoherent ramblings
the other night
ramblings
leaving
most of them
stunned
in their seats
seems
to be
as they like
to say
a gross misrepresentation
for
this ain’t about
protocol
it’s about
freedom
see
for
those folks
in
washington
that
ain’t read
the constitution
i ain’t gotta
stand
applaud
or
yell out
sieg heil
when the
president
say something stupid
or
presents some alternate fact
and
it
sure ain’t
un-american
to resist tyranny
but
what
is
un-american
and
treasonous
is to
attempt
to subjugate
the people
of this nation
with
a political dogma
of
blind allegiance
to
a single person
instead
of
true
open-minded allegiance
to
the nation
and
to its people
wonder why
they don’t put
that
in
a memo

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

chasing our tails…

we invent things
to
believe in
it’s the nature
of
man
the void we live in
makes
it necessary
to
have some
purpose
in
the universe
a universe
where
even the planets
and
stars
are surrounded
by
the dark
and
airless
void
we
search for others
on distant stars
not
so much for
scientific reasons
but
in the hopes
that
they
may have found
the
purpose
which
has
eluded us
till then
we continue
to
invent things
to
believe in