Tag Archives: mayhem
Dialogue
I haven’t posted for a week, though I have material ready. I’ve started several pieces, but this is the first one I’ve completed in that same length of time. I’ve been troubled by a reply I believe was intended for me, in response to a satiric poem I wrote about Donald Trump. (I’ve included it […]
Sad to Report
Like the narcissistic needs of a reborn Christian’s god Donald Trump requires constant praise and adoration It doesn’t even matter if he earns the presidential nod He’ll say, do and promise anything for your adulation It seems there is nothing too incendiary or outrageous My friend says it is simply in the cause of politainment […]
Small and Petty
Find, for me, a small and petty god One grown right from my local sod Who, as me, thinks, acts and looks Who can be branded by the books A proper deity, for me, should sate The horded hunger I have for hate Teach spare the rod, spoil the child Make my wife abide meek […]
No Guarantee
For my friend, Chris. He’ll know why. Blow it up or blow it down No point us hanging around We start again as a beginner If we lived as saint or sinner Still and all, it’s been before Not by us, so now our chore Some craven but some brave Dumb, brazen sum’s a grave […]
The Road Returns
Follow now, with me, the unfolding Macadam Through these dimmed, fly-specked windows Speeding from life, as if anyone gives a damn Keep our heads down no matter where it goes On this concrete ribbon vanishing into distance We hasten through the night, scant illumination Unlike water, we follow path of most resistance As we put […]
Wicked Lies
With me sail away for a year and a day To find where the plastic island floats Greeted by people who’ve found a way To survive in this world of harsh notes From any finding too much not enough Whose robotic servants never talk back They’ll tie your shoes, button your cuff No human slaves, […]
Cannot Make Us
Remember, we cannot make you do anything Not anything, at least, you do not want to do But we can punch you, make your ears ring So do not listen to what Pollyanna fools spew
While Waiting for a Sweet Face
While club and maul and stick and mace May prove efficient when you smash a face They all require study, practice and intent Maim or murder is always what you meant While the spear and stone and the arblast Increased killing distance, but weren’t fast Designed to kill prey, as dangerous as you Seems to […]
Rust and Slime
Every once upon a time always starts at the end Stars swing through their arcs, while we pretend It appears we will not get it right again this time Let’s see what will grow from the rust and slime
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