Suppressed Evidence

Well dressed
well connected peacocks
strut over and around

the tattered retread people
who fight to survive
on the crumbs that fall
between the cracks
of our cold city

Those with means
look down
on those tattered ghosts
with a disgusting touch
of condescending smugness

Never wanting to see
the empty faces of poverty

The cops are called
to sweep the riff raff out
under the guise of public safety
lest the tourists stay away

but in reality

they come to bury
our safety net hypocrisy
and hide society’s shame

One Trick Me

I am different

Always have been

Even as a child
I only ate the bread crust

Had no desire
to be part of the herd

Popular fads of the day
held zero sway

Grew into a man
and still lived
off to the side

Guess I’ve never possessed
the fit in gene
required of a well adjusted
social being

So I am committed
(some would say condemned)
to walk the path
of a loner’s life

My solo destiny
here in solitary
to always be
outside the mainstream

As the world goes on without me

Forsaken Curiosity

Deep within this blaring intersection
hangs a man from a blood drenched cross

Looking forlornly down
on the pilgrims below
as they scurry madly to and fro

What was once
a tourist curiosity show
now a trivia question nobody knows

Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen

Melded into the mosaic of a society lost

Just another annoying city obstacle
we step over and around

As we mutter about urban clutter

The high cost of this existence
and all the attached consequence

So nobody bothers to take the time
to see humanity’s greatest crime

Not one soul will be found
to help this wounded soul down

A slice of 21st Century selfishness

The new original sin

 

Man Made Ghosts

Use to walk on water
when I was an enlightened
bona fide miracle man

Then science advised me
my very existence
was a quantified impossibility

So I plunged
into the abyss
of negative reality

Just another victim
of assigned limitations

but no matter
how the skeptics
choose to dismiss me

I know what I use to be
and those who dare remember
know my improbable truth
before I was consigned
to the status of foolish myth

The Cloud Minders

I do so envy
your cloud dwelling existence

Embracing all that loose
leisure time
the cerebral life affords

Soaking up the fine arts

Contemplating philosophy

Sipping your lattes
at the Ethereal Cafe

Tis no wonder

you float above
us mud dwelling types
who are forever destined to be
mired
in the desperate reality
your society ignores

Looking down

with the puffy bewilderment
only the out of touch share

So how’s the fucking weather up there?

Beans In The Sky

The tattered prince scrounges about
in the shadows of his former glory

seeking to recover
treasure from the trash

Cause you never know
what bargains you will discover

Beneath the vile pile he finds
a shiny slipper of glass

Peddles it on his E-Bay account

cause you never know
what folks will pay
for relics of the past

Connects with a lonely hearts type
who wires him a few cyber bucks
to seal the transaction

Takes the spoils
of his golden windfall
to the local dream dealer
who slips the freshly minted capitalist
a bag of magic beans to plant

His high growth investment
sprouts all the way
to the clouds and beyond

Now he aspires to be
a rich organic merchant

But the prince’s profits
quickly go up in smoke

When the EPA storms in
and shuts him down

Confiscating his little fairy tale fantasy

For it seems these days
you need
a license to harvest dreams

Wither Satan

Post apocalypse
clean up crew
sifting through
the ruins of Hell

Reclamation angels find
beneath the toppled
neon Pandemonium sign
the charred remains
of a very dead Satan

His ambitious expansion plans
repelled by God’s army again

The Evil Empire
blown to Hell and back
and the Devil’s diabolical dream
of universal domination
now as over as he

Kicking Out The Plug

We rose and exploded
as the neon lights
flashed a curtain call
for us all

Last song played
a melody of memories
as the bulldozers moved in

Glitter dome shattered
and the funky structure fell
on the stragglers
with nowhere better to go

Our grand dance floor now buried
under a million grains of stardust
a few actually tried to snort

Old habits die hard

All surviving disciples fled
the scene of the demise

Disco was dead

It was time
for us

to leave the womb

and grow up

No Room At The Inn

KEEP OUT

Screams the sign
on the big ugly wall
we built
to restrain
the displaced unfortunates
who desire to breathe
freedoms air
that we no longer care
to share

Those desperate refugees
knocking at our door
seeking asylum
from horrific war
yearning to be free
in the land of liberty
like our forefathers before
when they fled poverty
and oppression

If they came today
they would be turned away
as scary aliens
looking to crash
the locked down USA

Sacred Predators

My God is WAY better
than your God

My prayers stream
on the only channel
that is received

My ancient book
is the ABSOLUTE truth

Your cult is pure subversive
with words that pervert
and offend the one true Lord
who rides shotgun with me

Our spiritual preeminence
can not
and WILL NOT be debated

So convert or get annihilated

You dangerous heathens
with your weird fake theology
and sacrilegious ways
must be destroyed

My God told me so
and as everyone knows

My God is way better
than your God