thoughts from old nick’s santa….

such
an
old temptation
lust
lying dormant
in most
the whole year long
until
that
ceremonial
religious holiday
when
kissing
coveted
neighbors
and
friends
under
the mistletoe
and
indulgent requests
for
needless gifts
reveals
its presence
in
the human heart
oh
some would say
it’s
harmless frivolity
nothing
more
surely
nothing
abhorrent
to which
i
must reply
is
a lustful
lie

dead men in clean underwear…

there is
little
disagreement
about
their decaying nature
and
most folks
consider
the stench
from
their
rotting souls
particularly unpleasant
however
when
pious platitude persons
carefully evaluate
how much
money
they’ve
made
from these
walking
political corpses
an
offensive defense
is
offered
in behalf
of
the
not so dearly
departed
they wear
clean
underwear

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do

 

televangelists…

corpse evangelists
cannibals of god
feasting
on
the souls
of
their flock
using
the bound word
for
searing
the flesh
of
unborn children
to
solicit
silver coins
coins
used
fill their
private
martini glasses

 

oh have it your way but…

he always
took
the lion’s share
tho
most of us
know
that
the lioness
is the true hunter
but
that is
just an aside
he also
insisted
that
he be given
the largest glass
filled to the brim
with
wine or ale
and
she
would
always comply
but
one day
in passing
she said
smiling
have you considered
that
the largest glass
also
can contain
the largest
amount
of
poison

 

the adoration of…

built to fulfill dreams
men’s every desire and lust
greed’s war machine grants

 

autocatalysis…

bapa dola said
there was a man
who built a strong dam
to water his grass fields
the fields grew beyond
his greatest expectations
when harvested for sale
he could find no buyers
since all the livestock downstream
had died of thirst

answered prayers…

bapa dola
said
a beggar
found a gold coin
along the road
and
when he reached
the city
he complained
that no one
would offer up
alms

claw crane…

it has never
been about
prizes
these
plush toys
of
cars
villas
and
coins
are mere
tokens
of the game
most of the time
you never
got
what
was
in reach
and
that
didn’t matter
for
it has
always
just
been
about
winning

self-reliance….

the kinship of men
skillfully disassembled
producing pure greed