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Monthly Archives: January 2016

the jester waved his crooked wand
was that just a rumble or a roar?
could it be the earth just stumbled
as the loaded dice hit the floor

those of sound mind stood aloof
there was nothing more to say
no song of peace or future hope
could make it go away

leprocy, leprocy don’t touch me
keep your distance please
so I, the afflicted, can be free
from people coming near to me


as quickly as it came it went
the stop was sweet
it’s time was spent
the juggling act
keeps circling on
there isn’t time to hold on too long
when temptation comes
and a ball is grabbed
thump thump, thump thump
the fun’s been had

a cloud

losing its way

eventually stopped

unable to drift on

decided to drop its cargo


a little lighter than heavily

it surrounded us in surprise

– I am so glad to be here to welcome it

meaning is meaningless,

though it may mean all the world to you.

you can say what you say,

but others will hear what they hear.

therefore, after all is said and done,

it is far better to listen than to speak.

the emperors clothes
being stripped
off to the dry cleaners
for cleansing
from blood spatter
…and other bodily fluids
scrutinized for lice
…and other parasites
off to the master seamstress
like brand new clothes
for refitting,

and all this by our hands
the hands of the many
those who first fitted him out in finery
who sang the songs of beauty
who laid the red carpets out
appointing the praise singers
joining in on the chorus

a brutal man, yes
of vile intellect
and little understanding
walking the crooked paths
tearing at the threads of civility
molesting the boundaries of wisdom
filled with wanton greed
a rampant power monger
intoxicated by lust
for power, control
and any other pleasures

our hero then
but not for now
he has served our bidding
we have no more use for him
only perhaps as our scapegoat
no longer the tool in hand,
the fool in our hand

we, the commissioners of the oath
we, who made the mark
who voted him in to do our bidding
we gave him his new clothes
we praised him at the parade
we, who are now in search of another
another fool to try our new garment on

and there will be many
many takers
many makers, and breakers
the eager to use, and be used

it is all the rage
it is all the fashion
a fool for fools
and there will be no end

until it is over

shameless self promotion
look at me, look at me!
not that you really can see me
look at me, look at me!
or that I deserve a single thing
look at me, look at me!
natural selection 2016
look at me, look at me!
survival of the fattest
look at me, look at me!
ethics in the market place
look at me, look at me!
it’s the truth, I swear it is
look at me, look at me!
as long as I am all you see
look at me, look at me!
it’s all for you, just for you
look at me, look at me!
I lie, I lie, but this is true
look at me, look at me!
it’s the only way we know these days
look at me, look at me!
it’s the only way that sets me free
look at me, look at me!

one day,

when the time is at hand

you too,

may come to understand

and if indeed

the time does not

not even poetry will help you my friend

in frantic search of the real me
we look to others for what to see
closing our eyes we shout out loud
while walking with the raving crowd
in breaking from the chains that bind
the reasonable path is hard to find
the measure of life for me and you
is easy to say, much harder to do
but still we seek at every turn
we agree we have so much to learn
yet in frenzied search of the real us
we’ve tripped and fallen under the bus

don’t vote!
it’s a waste of paper
plant a tree
it won’t betray you later

big spec, age of ages

high tech, low wages

huge cognitive, no muscle

slow movement, fast hustle


truth screams loud, but ears blocked shut

of truth and wisdom, we have no glut