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

introducing…

jackie’s
a lady
of
the night
she’s
originally from detroit
but
now
resides
just around the corner
from
the brown bag prophet
she’s not
particularly attractive
but
available
for
those
seeking her services
always
dressed
to
avoid the attention
of
the police
but
appropriately
for
keen-eyed clients
she
arrives
at her work site
just
as
i’m leave work
offering
without shyness
her
opinions
regarding an array
of
issues
tonight
jackie
said
i work
hard
for my money
but
those
prostitutes in washington
just
open their mouths
for
the money
and
then
do it
to
the country

​devolution…

man’s
barbaric soul
is tightly shrouded
in the black cloth
of
superiority
claiming to be
ordained
as
the earth’s keeper
all
that has been
kept
are
animalistic behaviors
a willingness
to kill
his own kind
for
territory
and
like any beast
routing out
his enemies’ children
leaving them
dead
on the battlefield
so his
young
may prosper
a limited
form
of humanity
since
even his own young
will be sacrificed
for
the protection
of
the territory
the scent
of
death
is everywhere
it
permeates
the cloth
of
the flag
power
always portrayed
as
the color red
the color
of
shed blood

tale of two sets of clowns…

tomorrow
the circus
will come to town
but
there’ll be no clowns
for
many
have taken jobs
in the movies
playing
sinister characters
who crawl
from
dark spaces
with
rather
unfriendly faces
scaring
little children
who alas
wet their beds
when left
alone
without
a nightlight
others
have found
similar jobs
in
washington
scaring
the hell
out of us all
with
the same
unfortunate
biological response