hamlet revisited…

feeling
discouraged
i told
aunt bea
it’s been
a long week
seems like we”ve regressed
in opening
opportunities
for people
as
a nation
i have
marcellus’s  feeling
something is rotten in the state…
i feel
battle weary
aunt bea
said
i still recall
the day
your grandmother
my
mother
had you
and
your cousin
tommy
help
to prepare dinner
you two
had
to catch
kill
and
pluck a chicken
you couldn’t
kill
anything
so
tommy did
the honors
but
you
were given
the chore
of plucking the features
off the bird
requiring
periodic baths
in hot water
oh
the smell
lord
your face
could have sunk
a battle ship
but
you
completed
the task
just as we all shall now
despite
the smell

behind door number one…

i’ve begun
to question
the value of these
heart beats
one
after
the other
wondering
if the next one
is going
to offer
some hidden purpose
to my life
or
whether
they are mere
rhythmic patterns
denoting
that
i
should continue on
seeking
my own purpose
and
be not reliant
upon
the heart
to tell me
what
to do
nor
wait for
the mind
to
reveal
what i must
create
on
my own

donald’s ducks or not me….

donald
the lump
is in a slump
knows not
what to do
so begins
to complain
looks
for someone else
to blame
for things
that he’s said
and
his empty bed
there’s always
mccain
but that’s
so lame
since
he’s a hero
and
you’re a zero
hey
why not
blame allah
and
all that lot
or
fabricate
another plot
so much
to choose
when you’re
pampered
and
unhampered
by
the truth

​ dining out in america now…

fried rabbit
and
possum stew
is all
the white house
gonna
offer
you
while they
dine
on corn-fed
beef
and
funny
little
fish eggs
from
russia
with love
now
don’t get
me wrong
as i
sing
my song
but
it
seems
to me
we’ve been
served
a wicca’s 
social brew

postponements…

life’s faded
to-do list
held in hands
marred
by time
once strong line
discolored
by
hope’s tears
over the years
promises
made
and sought
now
for naught
an
old man
his mirror
a last friend