no fault of their own…

life leaves battle scars
soul’s deep emotional wounds
that transcend rational thought
symptoms are hate and anger
pressed upon the innocent

 

presidential debates…

after picking up
office documents
i needed
to
work
from home
i saw
the brown bag prophet
and
asked
if
he planned
to
watch the presidential debates
the prophet
said
i believe it was
james baldwin
that
turned the phrase
masturbatory delusion
which
clearly delineates
what
the president
will demonstrate
in
the upcoming debates
especially
if
his previous
incoherent
self-indulgent
jabberwocky sessions
are
representative
so
i’d
rather not
take part
in such
a voyeuristic exhibition
of
pathological lying
anyway
this isn’t some
high school speech contest
where
the winner
gets
a blue ribbon
for
the best performance
in
utilizing
stage entertainment techniques
we’re talking about
someone
who will wield
enormous worldwide power
so
basing
a decision
of
who to vote for
as
a result
of
three recitations
seems
quite foolish
to
me

 

the machine…

no fancy
neural networking
to
adjust
to
environmental factors
nor
predictive subroutines
for
addressing
possible outcomes
of
actions taken
though
its
intelligence
is
artificial
its exterior structure
has
no sensors
so
feedback loops
are deemed
unnecessary
it is
a self perpetuating device
abstracting
resources
either by
the destruction
of
environmental elements
including
animate
and
inanimate objects
or
depleting resources
acquired
by
others
like single cell organisms
its sole
function
is to survive
for
it is
the political machine
of
the republican demigods

 

head in the sand or up something…

conman’s rose glasses
applied to nation’s health news
wanting us to trust
that the virus is controlled
try telling the dying that

 

president punishes opponents…

animated corpse
like a scene from the last circus
revenge is taken

 

presidential address…

the brown bag prophet
was listening
to
a radio address
as i
was
leaving work
he
said
you know
everytime the guy
in
the white house
talks
i feel
like
he’s saying
get on my glory train
with
stops
at
auschwitz
belzec
bergen
chelmno
dachau
not
a ride
i
want to take
how
about
you

 

the blind man’s crime…

 

when death
came
to the old man
he was surprised
to find himself
at
hell’s gate
what have i done
he cried
was it not enough
that
i was sightless
in
a sighted world
ah said satan
you refused
to
listen
and
respond
to the misery
you heard
all around you
instead
you bemoaned
your own lot
on
earth
as i recall
from
my
extensive studies
of
the good
book
that’s
a sin of omission