governmental affairs…

one of these mornings
i’m
not
gonna wake up
the condition
i believe
is
called
death
other than
the precise data
regarding
the hour
nature
and
conditions
of
the body
at
that moment
little
has been
documented
regarding
the
agenda
and
provisions
following
death
this seems
to me
to be
an oversight
by
whomever
or
whatever
controls
governmental affairs
of
the afterlife
well
now
there’s
an assumption
afterlife
you see
we have
no solid evidence
or
personal testimony
of
that state
of
soulful residency
of course
this
makes appropriate
preparation
difficult
if
not
impossible
therefore
i believe
that
the government
should
petition
the powers to be
to provide
said
information
before
we
the citizens
have to
participate
further
our
elected officials
should
go first
to establish
appropriate
representation
with
the new administration

under garish glow of tweets on the screen…

the brown bag prophet
said
seems to me
that
the moral majority
has been
replaced
by
the core
of
corruption
who’ve
lifted
deception
as
the golden calf
to be
worshipped
by
a nation
of
shylocks
who seem
to
totally relish
dancing on
the
shattered constitution
with
congressional prostitutes
dressed
in
publicly funded
flowing robes
robes
of
red
white
and
blue
but mostly
white
and
as for
the original
ten commandants
that
are
the foundation
of
major religions
well
those
by
presidential decree
and
his personal validation
have been
reduced to powder
under
the grindstone
of
greed
oh
how we need
another
miracle
from god
something other
than
a burning bush

bonfire of political delight…

bodies
piled
upon
urban dreams
stacked
like
old books
in
a scene
from
fahrenheit 451
bodies
of
children
weened
upon
a
dream
of
freedom
and
justice for all
now
just
emaciated
bodies
of
hope
layered
between
the dried dung
of
political promises
and
desiccated sticks
of
national loyalty
soaked
in
the kerosene
of
corporate
greed
to
be torched
and
forgotten

ain’t your…

since we know
you have
a short
little
attention span
we’ll start
with
the bottom line
we ain’t
your
anything
i
ain’t your brother
and
she
ain’t your sister
i
ain’t no pimp
and
she
ain’t no whore
i
ain’t on unemployment
and
she
ain’t on welfare
i
ain’t waiting for salvation
and
she ain’t waiting on you
i
ain’t like your pedophile president
and
she ain’t like his playboy reject
i
ain’t gonna shuffle
and
she
ain’t gonna shake it
i
ain’t hateful
and
she
ain’t fearful
we could go on
but
i think
even
you
can grasp
we
ain’t
your anything

to whom it may concern…

do not
lay me down
into the frozen ground
where bones
become
as cold
as winter’s breath
no
cast my ashes
into the wind
that i might sail
free
to lands
i’ve never seen
nor
pondered
upon
and
if
there be
no
breeze
then
pour me
into the sea
to catch
a current
to those
childhood treasures
seen upon
the silver screen
but
whatever course
i must take
let me not
stay here
buried
with human fears
in a land
where chains
are wrapped around
each person’s thoughts
thoughts
that bind them
to
their savage past

senate votes for the unqualified…

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