i wish I had the right words…

words
litter
the graveyard
insincere
candy wrapper phrases
tossed
upon
the
headstones
with
those
laser etched designs
and
preset
engraved
catalogued
expressed emotions
which
when
properly applied
provide
such
a hand finished look
and
of course
the appropriate
level
of
family
love
and
bereavement

 

refused to stop at the wall…

campaign promised wall
pilfered funds from everywhere
ruined pristine landscape
xenophobic stunt but now
no funds for fighting virus

 

clinical research findings….

from
time to time
i’ve
noted
that
the brown bag prophet
indulges himself
by
reading
incongruous
research
on
an array
of
topics
this week
he was readings
a hans selye
monograph
about
living with stress
without
distress
when i inquired
as
to why
the prophet
said
i’ve been trying
to
figure out
why
people
like
the president
who’ve
committed
obvious
moral
and
social crimes
don’t
respond
to
society stress
when
caught
in
their own rat traps
selye’s research
on
rats
notes
it’s very difficult
to
stress
rats

 

senators…just in case you haven’t heard america…

an old fashioned
hardware store
the kind of place
where
you can find
just
about
anything
not like
the big box stores
that carry
only those things
with
a large profit margin
then
you have to go online
to find
replacement parts
since
there’s no profit
in
customer service
no
the general store
hardware place
is where
you can find stuff
you really need
to fix
that
old
whatchamacallit
and
even
people
who’ll answer
your questions
about
that
whatchamacallit
not
a place
typically known
as
liberal
or
subversive
so imagine
my surprise
when
an elderly clerk
repeatedly
tells her customers
he should be impeached
they won’t do it
but
he should be impeached
i pay
and
agree
i should’ve left
a tip

 

trump and republican genealogy…

there’s no concern for
the lies that consume men
since it’s not their sons
fighting on the battlefields
their sons learn to tell more lies

 

none medical spokesperson…

the brown bag prophet
was looking
somewhat
depressed
as
i approached
his
usual perch
just
inside
the city park
when
i asked
what’s up
he said
as you know
halloween
is
one
of
my favorite
holidays
a time
for
trick-or-drink
dynamic
pub crawling
but
last night
was an absolute
disaster
everyplace
i went
was full
of
republicans
drowning their sorrows
and
foremost
their
guilt
with every booze
imaginable
i mean
i saw people drinking
stuff
so poisonous
that
it would remove
the varnish
off
the bar
so
was only served
to them
on
stainless steel counters
i tried
to
warn them
that
drinking
rot gut
couldn’t
stop
the cancer
invading the nation’s body
of
freedom
what they needed
was
a strong
dose
of
the truth

 

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