Reverse Predator

We feast on the bones
of the slaughtered beast
who made the fatal mistake
of launching an attack
and charging our pack
thinking it was hunting us
not knowing the firepower we carried
while violating the first rule of warfare:

Know thy enemy

prey attacking lion




Mirror Mirror Go Away

Don’t wanna be me

I never really did

but I’ve played along
as programed

Being a hollow man
for what seems an eternity

Don’t wanna be me

Wearing all these labels
Husband, father, friend,
Half ass professional
bean counting clown

Too many clever perceptions
weighing me down

Trudging in place
with all the other
sorry souls
hiding behind smiley
Facebook facades

All the fucking self pity poetry
from this “Count Your Blessings” guy
sure does reek of hypocrisy

Such is the price one pays
when their whole one act play
is based on a worn out cliche

Tis such a locked in existence
once the path of settlement is taken

This desperation too shall pass
as long as the medication lasts



Captain Chaos

Captain Chaos
owes his very existence
to constant friction

A child of turmoil is he

Can not exist in serenity

Peace is his kryptonite

So he pokes the hornet’s nest
whenever his powers wane
and ravenously feeds
off the negative energy
supplied by
his growing legions of enemies

A dangerous game he plays
inciting tension’s domain
but conflict is all he knows
and hatred his premium rocket fuel

Of course the poison spewed
will splatter him dormant eventually
as it has throughout history
on all rapid dog demagogues

This comforting assumption
is based on the calculation
our deranged captain
does not waste us first

monkey banging cymbal

Soul Sucking Succubus

Backroom passion action
at the monthly
voodoo party

the erotic succubus
skillfully licks the venom
off my
poison tipped arrow

She spits
the essence of me
back in my face

and sneers

“Is that all you got?”

I take her deliciously crafted
not too shoddy body
in my arms
and propose
she marry me

My toxic love
titters and purrs

quite demurely
for an ancient demon
then proceeds to kiss me
ever so tenderly
on the cheek
as down payment foreplay
to the foreclosure
of my soul

Is this pleasure investment
worth the eternal price ?



Uncover Charge

Plying the flirt babe
with drinks and humor

All my best material
she was buying

Putty in my hands
til I was advised
she was pay for play

Much to my dismay
I lacked the proper capital
to successfully invest
in her sexual affections

sexy girl looking back

The Good Sisters of Merry

Mary’s enthusiasm in bed
was matched
only by her nympho sister Maggie

They loved sharing their men
(Who worshipped their
generosity religiously)

So competitive were they
to be the top lay
their bedsprings did sing
Nearer My God To Thee

Now those of a repressed
Puritanical bent
sought to strip them
of their carnal habits​​​​​​
with a stained glass blast
of fire and brimstone guilt

but the girls could not be swayed
by lame biblical passages
drenched in hypocrisy
(since those bible dudes
we always begatting
with multiple wives)

In the end
the merry sisters
kept doing what came naturally
just as the Lord intended
when he created woman and man
in that lost paradise of Eden

sexy nuns

Ode To Sheep Dogs

Every click we inflict
on the world wide web
is registered in a database
sprinkled in the cloud fields
of gray artificial intelligence…

These ghost ships ultimately
define our identity
as our dreams get categorized
and marginalized
into the blender
of trend analysis
which allows the Data Masters
to know what we desire
before even we do…

Tis not as bad as it seems
this apocalyptic nightmare dream
of corporate government thought control
fueling the totalitarian inclinations
of the long established ruling class
now armed with this useful cyber tool…

Unburdened by the constraints
and poor choices that excess options bring
to us overwhelmed fodder fools
we will now finally be totally free
to be the very best sheep we can be…

sheep going over cliff

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Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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