political bedfellows…

political-bedfellows

our bed is empty when you are there
death’s black coldness grasp even our souls as you approach

marketing their songs…

marketing-their-songs

like
keystone cops
the
new
administration’s
advisors
and
cabinet
bungle
through
each day
destroying
the lives
of
others
but
never
a business partner
that
would
be
a sacrilegious offence
that
children
and
mothers die
is
the political cost
of
doing business
lord knows
such
vermin
cannot contribute
funds
to their personal
executive
bank accounts
so
with
a clear criminal conscious
they
encourage
executive orders
to be
signed
by
a well
trained
russian monkey
whose
facial expressions
clearly change
as
the monkey
dances
to
the
organ grinders’
tune
of greed

the gangs of oz…

the-gangs-of-oz

the
eternal edifice
you built
has been
turned
into rubble
the steel rods
that formed
the backbone
of
your empire
lie twisted
like the ways
you
created
your wealth
the time capsule
was stolen
before
it was installed
seems
you weren’t
the only
thief

the bone carver…

bone carver

his carvings
can be found
almost everywhere
though
not rare
each piece
exacts
a high price
for
a human life
must be sacrificed
to provided
the stock
from which
he shapes
his wealth
this primal matter
is what makes
his sculptured
death masks
all
so dear
to his patrons
patrons
of the art
of wealth
through
war
who
move through
granite tiled halls
adorned
with plaques
praising those
who
died in battle
protecting
the mythical theology
of
freedom
and
justice
for all
but
really
who
just collected
the carver’s
trade staples
of
human bones

when you’ve taken what you want…

when you've taken what you want

tell me
when will the laughter
begin
again
when
will
a child’s voice
sound
as pure
as
a parent’s love
when
will
we hear
the carefree caress
from a nighttime story
as
a child
is placed
in a warm bed
their
heartbeats
heard
above
the cries
for food