See No Evil

Breathe through your mouth
as to not smell the stink..

Power down your brain
so you don’t overthink..

Keep those tired eyes shut tight
to block out our daily moral blight..

Embrace protective denials
that shield us from messy complexities..

For avoidance
of truths we deem ugly
is the new reality
in the buffet that is the 21st Century

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Messed Up

Reached without looking
and spilled my drink
as I cursed fate
which I blamed
for the error puddle
I did create

This mistake left a stain
on the world
that will remain
if I don’t take the time
to do clean up
instead of waiting
for Nature to evaporate
the mess of the century

OK, maybe I exaggerate
though I do know
in many less enlightened cultures
a woman would be obligated
to mop up the tragedy
this clumsy male created

but alas, I live in modern times
where the girls are perfectly free
to ignore my needs and me

Now where does my queen keep the mop?

Friend Power

When those you love
feel the sting of defeat
like we all sometimes do
and their world
is bleeding loser’s blue
love them even more

Because the pit of self doubt
is where we need friends
to help lift us out
and get our sorry asses
back in the game

 

Fire Storming

The raging inferno
we thought was out of range
is now dancing in our back yard

Our once mighty firewall
now lays tattered and charred
as the raging fire devours
the diminishing perimeter

Leaving us soon to be
victims of this tragedy
with nowhere left to run

All because we procrastinated

and stayed too long

 

A Day In The Strife

The alarm clock tolls
earlier than I need

Out of bed I roll
with all my aches
and creaky joints
that scream out middle age

I feel old

Thread bare and worn

Way too much time spent
on self induced detours
that took me
to my home here in nonessential

Not enough minutes left
for a course alteration
to offset the accumulation
of time wasting trips

Missing out on all the things
I should have done
and could have been
when I was young
and full of potential

The die is cast
in the sins of the past
saddled down
with all these
useless regrets

Father Out

Daddy dear
never here

road trip
mercenary

parenting
in absentia

just a voice
on the line

Novelty fades
over time

postcards
tossed aside

Saint Mom
preached
how much
he loved us

from the
hymn book of
economic necessity

We grew up
because we had to

Moved out

and started
our own
shattered families

Daddy’s
home now

Died alone

in his
hotel bed

the maid
found him dead

Gonna bury
our ghost Dad today

along with all
his lost
yesterdays

Making The Best

Enough with the somber
egocentrically inspired
dark orgy of introspection

Cease living
in a reflective pool
and apply your current view
to the reality in front of you

It may not seem to be

the stuff of successful fantasy

but we can all agree

tis the only life we have

 

We So Thorny

The risk we take
every day
when we arise
and venture forth
to make our solo play
with this chaotic society
is very necessary
despite the high probability
of emotional pain
cause
if you don’t ever hurt
you really ain’t doing
life right