given half a chance…

no winning  numbers
but go ahead and place a bet
every now and then
the house casts out some cash chum
to lure and trap target fish
hooking minds on fantasy

a child’s play…

let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you

failed parenting…

always
fragile
and
weak
but
there had always
been
someone there
offering
care
and
nursing
its need
for
light
but
gold
gilded words
deflected
the light
and
democracy
began
to die
without
the light
of
truth

 

from cleveland 34 hours via i-80 west…

aunt bea
had just
turned off
the pbs news
as i entered
her front door
she was
giggling
to herself
so i asked
why
she said
seems like
that fellow
who’s running
for
president
only wants
pretty little things
around
cute little girls
like
his daughter
attending to
his
every
need
he seems
to have confused
the white house
with
the playboy mansion

escape coping…

won’t say buck stops here
always someone else’s fault
for his soul’s bankrupted

#change of diet…

i was surprised
that i found
aunt bea
sitting on the front porch
with
the ipad
i gave her
last christmas
to tell you the truth
i wasn’t certain
that
she ever
used it
she said
i’m about to send
this tweet
to that
trump fellow
what do you think
it read

# change of diet…

declaring loudly
childlike rejection by peers
goeth to the garden

i could only smile

the witch doctor…

he rattles fear’s bones
preaching putrid brimstone words
vomited hate words
the air foul with their intent
tis faith’s decaying body

teaching on the city subcontinent…

legs crossed
on a park bench
the brown bag prophet
sat smiling
like
a downtown buddha
inviting passersby
to pause
and
partake
in a meal
of
rawbone words
offering
free lessons
on
freedom’s leeches
the political party
parasites
who promise
to
part the red sea
of reality
by stretching
their talons
over the waters
forming
walls of gullibility
revealing
a path
that they say
will lead us all
into that promised land
of
milk and honey
but
of course
for money
a small
tax-deductible donation
that
will either
contribute
to political success
or
to another
off-shore account
the prophet
then
asked folks
to join hands
and sing
that
old
political hymn
money
that’s what i want

bernie – bernie – bernie…

he said she said but
he said words no one else heard
it’s all in his head

it’s all in his head
all those words he said she said
he said she said but

he said she said but
she never said what he said
it’s all in his head

without a mark on’em…

staring
at a compass
pointing
due south
the brown bag prophet
said
where
oh
where
has america
gone
what has happened
to
the moral
majority
and
the kindred spirits
of
the founding fathers
who
on any given day
distrusted
the american populus
an
opinion
duly
justified
given the current
front-runners
for the presidency
we’re
now
ready
to accept
a philandering
criminal
sex-offending
egomaniac.
as
qualified
to be
president
it would
appear
that
a number
of voters
have been
drinking
cheaper wine
than
me