privatization…

privatization

the brown bag prophet
had a sign
that read
privatize the military
in conjunction with
congress
i couldn’t help myself
so
i began
to lecture him
on
the dangers
of such action
and
why
the founding fathers
had encourage
the government
to be involved
in
defending
the people
he smiled
and
said
look
congress has been privatized
and
funded by corporate dollars
for years
i’m merely suggesting
that the rest
of the government
as well as
the congress
formalize
those relationships
and
take
all
their paychecks
from international corporations
and
give us
a damn tax break
since
they ain’t working
for us
anyways

life as a gargoyle…

life as a gargoyle

generally
life is quite routine
occupation
consumes most
of the day
in
one form
or
another
and
although
our exterior demeanor
appears the same
we are quite
different
on
the inside
but because there’s
a certain expectation
from society
about our appearance
and
behaviors
we maintain a specific posture
you might
say
it’s chiseled into us
sorry for that
lapse into
demonic humor
any way
as i was saying
life is down right boring
hanging out in cities
with
an occasional gig
at a village church
things just seem to go on forever
then you begin to realize
that acid rain
and
other environmental hazards
those damn pigeons
don’t help matters
are beginning to eat away at you
you begin to realize
that such things
are creating
a terminal condition
existence
is not infinite
you are
as we say
turning
human

as you wish upon a star…

as you wish upon a star

for every wish
granted
a star
must die
all things
have
a cost
someone
will always
feel
the loss
so
upon a star’s death
the heavens mourn
shedding tears
humans
call it rain
and
celebrate
the mourners’ tears
for their pain
brings the rain
that breaths life
into fields
of grain

a trail of sand on the beach…

a trail of sand on the beach

shadows
will not speak
to you
nor
will
unkept promises
fulfill
your dreams
so
choose
if you wish
to continue
the lie
that is your life
your
life
now
a one-way road
to
reverse course
and
tell the truth
would destroy
the facade
of your existence
so
you must continue on
but
with each step
that
which is your soul
is drained
as it leaves
a path home
to the truth
until
the soul
no longer
remains

honey..i swear this is for the birds…

honey..i swear this is for the birds...

i have been
carefully
watching hummingbirds
as they
battle for air supremacy
seeking
the sweets encased
in a plastic feeder
with
the same ferocity
i must say
as humans
seeking the last drop
of deep-sea oil
human sweets
of course
being
profit margins
regardless
of species
the battles continue
i’ve
even found
dead hummingbirds
on the ground
who
in the heat of battle
flew into plexiglass walls
not
seeing the danger
like
humans
willing to destroy
not only
animal habitats
but
their own
cuz
they’re flying high
on
financial conquests
but
all the while
approaching
the earth’s
translucent walls