Category: Poetry

Influence Is Everything

A puppet or a string
Or a puppet on a string
Or wouldn’t you know
Influence is everything

Nobody loves you when you’re down and out
Another story altogether when you’re flush with clout
Sweet is the life, no sorrow the story
Lift him up, shoot him down
Ring around the rosy

Sweet is the life, no sorrow the story
A fresh paint job, keep smiling
Ring around Their rosary
Silly McMuffins cry death’s a story

But it doesn’t have to be like this
That story told from His Petrogliphs
McQuota meets Mass Misfits
That’s what I say

It doesn’t have to be like this
Influence is everything
Hear what I say
They will shift your night from day

Just stay away
Don’t swallow their lies
Don’t inject their poisons
Don’t eat their fruits
Don’t Don’t Don’t
Don’t let them take your mind
Your soul is not for sale
Don’t let them get
Under your skin
Don’t let them touch
your scentmost intransigentSo effervescent

Your scent intransigent
Yet so effervescent

Disney Notre Dame

Worshippers of war
Masterminds of chaos
Eternal thieves of history
Official crafters of myth

Like their cathedrals clean
Dark evokes dirty
Their own filth haunts
Their own breath reeks
Their old relics burn

White walls and carnival colors
Blinded by the light
Beauty must always be bright
Hallowed treasures, sultry scenes
Pensive, reverent, solemn
Stir up jealousy and fear
Engender awe and even lust

Rainbows and happy thoughts
Repeating endless epitaphs
The future is always right
Evil has taken flight
God loves all equally
Innocent, guilty or profane
Apprentice or adept
Criminal and insane

Aquarius is not accountable
As innocent as our polluted air
Blowing sin away with the wind
Capturing waves of smiling faces
Our Lady of everlasting forgiveness
Welcome to the latest New Age

Just the Little Things

Peace love understanding
A home almost clean
Honest tidings
Real bacon bits

Harmony justice caring
Breakfast with mimosas
Honor among thieves
Dogs snoring

Universal free energy
Oranges in winter
True relations
Everyone reading this

Would you care to add a verse?

Old Money vs New Hustle

Old guard woke too late

Turtle-slow their gait

Weak links, too many chinks

Sunny dispositions suddenly sink

Comeuppance comes quickly

Smiling so sickly

Life just shiny and fine

Living on borrowed time

Little more to gain meets

Nothing left to lose

To one a merry dance

Another a solemn trance

Sweet sorrows

Shifting tomorrows

Gamers will game when

All the world’s a stage

“So don’t sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked!”

Cover image credit: postcarbon.org

Sympathy For the Devil

They could’ve meant well, no?
Even the profiteering prophets and diabolical deceivers
Swaying in sequential sequins before their loyal believers

Like the ones loving you to death?
Squashed voluntarily under their opposable thumbs
Swaying in rote rhythm to their incessant drums

Who teaches us to discern them?
Meddlers in men’s minds
Always claiming all is fine

What are the sins of the father?
The pedantic priests and sycophantic sophists
Bathing us perpetually in their poisoned mists

Are there greater deceivers than these . . . 
Or are they merely
Gypsies, tramps and thieves?

That aging Aquarian troupe forever brandishing
Usurping, coveting, flagrantly micro-managing
The magical staff of Hermes?

Herstory: Old Woman Running

At 20 it was that she was madly in love with him.

At 25 it was that she had to get out of her father’s house.

At 30 it was that she was a feminist.

At 35 it was that she was duped.

At 40 it was that she deserved better.

At 45 it was that no one understood.

At 50 it was that it was all predestined.

At 55 it was that that no one understood.

At 60 it was that she deserved better.

At 65 it was that she was duped.

At 70 it was that she was a feminist.

At 75 it was that she had to get out of her father’s house.

At 80 it was that she was madly in love with him.

Monkey Money

The crowd itself a money
Voodoo dollars, yes-men yen
Swing and merge, swipe and swindle
Build then purge, craft then kindle
Poverty for profit
Everything on the market

Birth to earth
Every photon
Every breath
Monetized
Vulgarized
Philanthroposized
Dispersed among the dispossessed
And the dead

Get in the game!
Get back in the game
Stay in the game
We all love the game
We’re all mad loyal to the game

Monetized
The mind
The hearth, the heart, the health
Hey you suckers
Circling the squares
Send us money
Must have more money!

Transactional life
Care by bottle, screen, needle or tube
For rich or rube
Conform to constant strife
Higher, faster, louder, bigger
Climb that ladder
Chutes and we laugh

Shoots and we cry
But send us that loot
We need barns and bigger barns
Boats and bigger boats
Boobs and bigger boobs
Swinging from the stars
Idols as far as Mars

Gold, silver, bullion
Digital assets
Making our hard on
Pies in the skies
Billionaires in lies

The crowd itself a money
So funny, money
Not a moment without
Movement through the currency
Current flowing always to the
Current see

So funny, money
From sea to shining sea
For all the global mobile monkeys
Now the most funniest of funny money

Clown world, always sunny
Getting the best of you
Climb aboard, son
Get in the game, girl
We’re singing in the rain
Rainbows all the way to Spain!

Respiriting

Old man
Languishing in faded orange
Pretending he’s not confused

Young man
Fighting in manufactured neon
Pretending he’s not confused

Young girl
Lost yet amused
Happy to be confused

Old hag
Seen but not heard
Bemused by our conductors

What’s in a play
Of invisible script
Righting the ancient way

As one frond browns
And withers and is replaced
And the green one takes its space
She begins to write this place

Right this place
Not as god displaced
Nor as thief disgraced
Resigned to align her fate

By right faith
Conductors be damned
Herdless hearing
Godness clearing

Re-spiriting she
Effortlessly
Oz be damned
Wizards’ dreams dimming

Rainbows defused
Fancier times tossed
Righteousness scammed
Final stones churning

Yearning breathing
Quieting
Still
Not spinning

The They

Reciprocal relationship
Oh my no
Rather exploit
Now
Than work to sow

Just
Disrupt the flow
A kind of magic
Black
No doubt
But black that bleeds
That
Pretty purple haze

Oz of pigeons
Plentiful prey
Waltzing fantasy
Spinning always
Winning
Before
Turning to
Dismay

Say, sweetheart
Master of today
Collecting souls
As if that’s ok
What on earth will you do
When everyone can see
You?

Finger On the Pulse

How do I know
I don’t know
How do I feel
More than I show

Tell, Shell
The colors denied me
A red-green dysymetry
Dependency serving you
And me

Last laughs denied
Colors revived
Deep seas contrived
Spotted

And released
Passions deceased
Une femme qui plus rien
Derange

Un amour
Set
A game
Unmatched

So far long
From afield
A fealty
You and me

A higher order
Heart
The last emergent
Art

Lost then found
Then lost again
And then again
The pulse

The finger
The finger on the pulse
The heart on the sleeve
The hat in the hand

Bowing
To universal
Blindness
Willingly

No longer
You and me