the cube…

at first
i was unaware
of
its existence
my universe
seemed
endless
filled
with
colorful nebulae
but
all too soon
the black and white
ceiling and walls
came into view
what
i thought
was
freedom
was
no more than
an elaborate cage
where
each passageway
lead to another enclosure
like
stages of life
where
opportunities
appear to be viable
but
the black & white veins
of
each
soon revealed
the outline
of
the next cube
and
the limits
it
imposed upon me
as
i’ve grown older
i’ve learned
to avoid
the more fatal traps
that
have taken the lives
of
others
i’ve seen
on my journeys
outside
of my
designated cube
i’ve also
learned
how to survive
on my own
not
depending on the myth
of
equality
so now
i rest
my feet
firmly planted
on
the floor
of life
that no doubt
will soon
give
way

senate votes for the unqualified…

along party-lines
sheep stroll into the wolf’s trap
greed’s the only bait

veterans day free meals and deals…

it’s that time of year
honoring those who have served
but just for a day
then back to ignoring them
and the true needs that they have

just the thought…

the brown bag prophet
was sitting
at
a park bench
staring out
at
the ocean
with
his feet
held up
from
the ground
practicing a new yoga position
i posited
he said
no
just saw some
red ants
as i
was
walking here
and
then got
that
feeling
maybe
there’s some ants
just
below my feet
getting ready
to
crawl
all over me
that
same feeling
one gets
when viewing
today’s political scene
ants crawling
all
over you
invading
that little
space of sanity
that
you still
have left
so
like
so many
in this nation
i’ve gone
into
a fetal position
reminding myself
of
the germinal values
of
this now
dying
nation