Snob Appeal

Not Nietzsche nor Dostoevsky
Not even Shakespeare
Only free to shopping spree
Their lack of care over clear
Lowering minds one ad at a time

Glamorized, Desensitized
Label crazed and Icon dazed
Smacking mystified
Programmed and hypnotized
Calvin Klein is so divine
Madonna in Prada sheer refine

Stumbling through Babylon
Bumbling Humpty Dumpties
Substanceless fed by stress
Material girls
Boys with toys

Lulled by pharma
Dulled by drama
Diverting precious resources
Ignoring karmic forces

Memory Holed

Like they never happened
Like roaches in the basement
Their rotting carcasses
Swept under the carpet

We choose good times
Can’t you see the signs
No ugly allowed
Nor pain, nor facts
Just juggle those masks
To make us proud

Or display them loud
With a colorful tattoo
Pretending they weren’t taboo
And all is always fine with you

Whitewash and minimize
Feign by gaslight
Transfer and twist
Fog and spin
Such fun laughs
Never admit defeat
Then rinse and repeat

Scream them harmless
Shun she who reminds you
With a potent cue
To fill your brain
With only
The vapid, fake and inane

Truth is for troublemakers
In our realm where
The Mythmakers reign
She most stuffed with happy lies
Wins this lifelong game

Backseat Driver

Toxic femininity
She’s not going to do it better
She’s going to tell you
You’re doing it all wrong
Mansplaining quite a blessing
When superiority comes not in deeds
But in pitiful pleads

Domination by guilt
Seduction through shame
You will confide to her your greatest pain
She will say you’ve misunderstood again

But I’ve been wronged you’ll plea
But you’re always wrong she’ll explain endlessly
She’ll say exactly how
You should feel about your day
Distract minimize redirect
Manipulate you with lies
Until your mind is fried
And your tongue is tied

Everyone agrees
The whole crew, tribe, family
It’s just YOU!

Swallow your tears
She demands
Run the gauntlet
She’ll scream
Then you might get to kiss our ring again

Diamonds finely cut she needs
Or smirks you’ll still receive
Tragic as it is you say
As she promises you
A fine fruitcake
On another day
All the while making you wish
You were somehow magically gay

Artists as Parasites

Life extension more crucial than life intention
The high elevated past the sigh
The spring delegated to the step
Death pretension usurps God’s invention

So fitting the jokers poke the setting
Sucking fun from battlement losts
Spurring laughs from the abject dafts
Sweating magnificent obelisks wetting

Strutting like ambulatory prions or
Windsor peons
Wafting in the surge of basic bitches
Singing perils as joyful witches

Milling about among Egyptian craters
Claiming your space larger than cryptic criers
Grasping at claims by abject liars
Building on fames of moon-swept baiters

Fulfilling the dreams of ancestral vampires
Projecting a screen of mastery
Dancing a dream of bombastery
Exploiting the human joy of desires

Presenting as Lords
Ready and willing to destroy
Over the hoards
Setting yourself as decoy
While still in deep bow to your

Miners of the Universal Mind

The poet creeps through passing time
The painter sweeps up every rhyme
The crafter weaves a vein of gold
As musician strikes the molten load

Descending together
Tight on their collective tether
Marking all celestial signs
Looping ‘cross forbidden lines

Troubadours pine on resinous lies
Dancers key on resonant chimes
Together tapping on infinite schisms
Gifting follies from dichotomous derisions

The muse resides there below
Forever chirping ‘bout her great glow
In a bottomless pit with ghouls fervently lurking
But from time to time, when her mood’s just fine
She’ll let you escape
With a tiny sip and solid lift
As her canaries each morning
Sing last notes as you’re climbing

In the abyss frauds will linger
How could they not?
When fawning clowns sense their rot
Clawing, snorting, taking by force
Palpably disconnected from true source

Spreading their filth, collecting their souls
Their lives but tasks beneath flimsy masks
Hardly miners at all merely flees and ticks
Surface parasites painlessly flicked

Away, just as you should
To chime and feel fine at
How tight is your line
When to the light you emerge to
Find your home in the shade
Of all the treasures you’ve made
With all those tiny sips saved

From infinite journeys below and above
Viewing specks of stars through the leaves
Marching ants through the trees
Fields of flowers full of bees
Igniting Infinite
Creative sparks of spring

Those of the miners’ great faith dream
At work all through time and space
The artist as witness of divinity’s trace
Forever re-pollinating our Universal case

Love: Sweet & Sour Style

The lie did bow that deep
Down even deeper than the root
Five score, maybe more
Valentines in vain

Show me anyway
The tiniest hairs remain like
Star flakes raining
Creating leaf cakes glazing
Hearts in rosy butter and
Hallmark clutter

Lie more pretty still
Pepper then mint me
Sing my praises in chocolate nibs
Through marshy mazes

Play the lyres licking
begging, kissing
As liars kicking
My heart in
Eternal echo

Or, lay down your lies
Let Atlas shrug
Find your sweet relief
At last between my
Physic-psyche flow
Souls at once aglow
Grasping not at passing straws
Captured wills
Rippling, diffusing, disintegrating
In the dragon’s claws

Show me your electro-magnetic rainbow
The strongest threads
The thickest webs
Grasped in bitterest despair
While you stay stoic
Gasping for air

Show me how best is your worst
In a grand but joyless burst
So I may bake your claims into pies
And serve them up
Smothered in lies

Exiting Stage 9

Clipboard Sexy
Visionboard Worthy
6th sense blocked
4th gear cocked

Flexed rhythm
Stacked schism
Minced rather
Than forgiven

Once upon a savage time
She tried
But lacked the luster
Required then
Lost the line

Ancestors fought
But lied
Now not a fine
Lot cries
Threads ferry
Fears through
The soil of time

Crossed souls
Lament blessed
Tolls toiled
Left marred
Along the
Path Left
Stage Nine

Sensitize Yourself

Don’t sanitize
Don’t minimize
Deliver or defy
Don’t be shy
Don’t lie
On You

Sway don’t rock
Stay don’t flay
Soothed or shocked
Come what may

Direct deeply
Misstep Frequently
Disjoint Weakly
Court your foes

Build that stock
Then burn it
Hear it crackle over
the ravens’ cries
Settle on in
Stop on by
Smell their roses

Feel the indigo through their black
Taste the metal in her touch
See the sighs he denies
Before the daisies’

Wake this day
Beckoning your heart
this new way
your signals
your vigils
then magnify
so you can never again

Afraid of the Wrong Things

You’re scared to catch them Cooties
You should be scared you could starve

You’re scared you might lose your job
You should be scared you won’t

You’re scared your kids might . . .

You’re scared your Government might . . .

You’re scared your neighbors might . . .

You’re scared to speak your Truth
You’re scared not to

You’re scared to believe me
You’re scared not to

Me too
For life

Or no life

Who can you trust?
There are two kinds of people in this world . . .
Never trust anyone who thinks
there are only two kinds of people in this world

Who, what, when, why to fear?
Now . . .
we’re talkin’!

Ebb and Flow

She sees a trickster under every rock
Shimmering chimeras
from whenever
Or wherever
Memory strikes back

There was a time
She fell for that
Sort of thing
Ferris wheels
Endless rings

Crown of thorns
Rosy Crosses
Safety pins
Paradise Lost beings
Wicked winters to
Saints and sinners

Shifting cities
Manifest moorings
Serpentine glory
Shores resettling
Lochs all festering

Shocked the shells
Numbed the feelings
Sheriffs shot
Deputies bleeding

Shrines collapsing
Witnesses weeping
Shuffling stories
Old dogs snoring

Melodious flow
Shimmering loneliness

Susurroussness of
Just the kind
We never