one-life stands…

nightfall
the last
call
for humanity
having
been served
a brew
of corporate greed
so
intoxicating
that men
and
women
were drawn
to
strange beds
only
to find
in morning’s light
stained sheets
stained
with the blood
of
the innocent
children
gasping
for
one breath
of
untainted
tomorrows
children
brought
into the fray
with a promise
of
a better world
now
given
only
discarded
passions

thieves…

aunt bea
had a case
of
the giggles
today
while
reading
the ny times
between
bouts of laughter
she said
the public restroom
in beijing’s
temple of heaven
is using
facial recognition software
to dispense
toilet paper
seems
toilet paper bandits
have been
wiping their
supplies out
so now
a machine
controls
this much-needed
bathroom currency
us currency
on the other hand
is freely dispensed
to aid corporations
and
military programs
while the faces
of
the elderly
and
poor
are not recognized
wonder if
the chinese
could develop
one of those machines
that could regulate
how
our tax dollars
are spent

sheer madness…

the stone that struck him
was from the hands of a child
with a single shot
revenge was complete
the child’s blood filled the parkway
mingling with tear gas
wails from a mother
broke through the dark night’s chaos
an unanswered prayer
no apologies
for blind hate feels no remorse
so another grave
hewn from the rocky soil
will give rise to tears
tears watering blooms of hate
where a young child stands
family of the fallen one
now it’s death’s cycle
eternal eye for an eye
a nation’s history

deadly fungal infections….

CDC/GOV IMAGE

as i was passing
the newsstand
on my way
to work
the brown bag prophet
was reading
a discarded
morning paper
he
said
the cdc
has just notified
the public
that
a deadly fungus
has been
infecting people
mostly
the sickest
of
the sick
it’s resistant
to
all classes
of
antifungal drugs
he said
it’s rather like
the infectious
hate and fear
coming
from
washington dc
it’s
resistant to
all
forms of reason
spreading among
the sickest
in this nation
and
is truly
deadly

measuring…

the paint’s
worn off
where your fingers
carefully
calculated
what would be needed
to complete
the job
but
how many hours
were counted
as you made it
take shuffling steps
in and out
of its case
as you
sat
waiting
for
the union bosses
to
punch your card
granting
you
right of passage
to
the job site
and
to
moments of hope
hope
for a better life
for
those you love
better
than
yours
you
the poor
and
unwanted
immigrant seed
cast upon
this nation’s
desert sands
and
told
to grow
without water

basic neurology 101…

as i left
my office
the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
it appears
the new hud secretary
has damage
to his
dorsolateral prefrontal lobe
cuz
the man
just referred
to slaves
as
immigrants
now
with
such logic
and
i
use that term
loosely
slave ships
were
merely
one star cruise liners
with
a bad chef
flogging
was
just
an
overzealous
tickle
branding the flesh
of
another human being
was
a sign
of
sincere
committment
to
the relationship
and
lynchings
were
an unappreciated
path
to heaven’s golden gates
where life
would be wonderful
hell
this man
is
a saint
well
you’ll
have to use
his logic
to understand
what
i
really mean