Medicine Man

Adverse circumstances
forever in the air

The scene continually
tension filled

Rampaging pressure

It comes in waves

Head now spinning

Another bad case
of life fatigue

Took a pill

or two

maybe three?

I forget myself

Skin goes electric

Close my eyes

Light show internally

Tis all about
chemical serenity
in the 21st Century

Finding the numb we seek
to flee this life
we treasure supposedly

So I consume more
loose prescription candy
as the howling dogs
claw at my door

Next time
I’ll have to take four

Paradigm Crimes

Mr Literally
always takes life
at face value

Completely
and absolutely committed
to the narrow proposition
of perfect certainty

Nuanced interpretations
dance over
his rigid head

Subtlety is a mystery
he’ll never comprehend

He’s a between the lines illiterate

Him and his tribe deeply dug into
the bedrock foundation
that can not be moved
by varying interpretations

Zero shades of gray
allowed to be in play

These unquestioning
unblinking types
so easily manipulated
by statistical analytically
based predators

Always swallowing the lies
spoon fed to them
from those who rely
on mass exploitation
of the pre conceived notions
embedded in the memories
of the intellectually lazy

Surreal Reality

All of life
as we think
we know it
reflected back
in rapidly flashing images
dancing in our eyes

Entertainment now
sold as absolute truth

The human condition
reduced to reality TV
where dysfunctional dopes
do the see me dance
and drop their pants
for profit and a snippet of fame

Messing up
a generation of kids
who imitate
the media whore
behavior they see

As posture posing
and posting
indulgent selfies
becomes the new gold standard
in social interactions

Scary Fairy Tale

The fair maiden in distress
shoots up a flare
seeking assistance
from everywhere
and anywhere

Mr Noble Knight
jumps at the chance
for a little
chivalry romance

Rides into the fray
the heroic
save the day
kind of way

Alas…

This is where
the fairy tale
ending fails

As our hero
loses his head
over unrequited love

For you see
our very dead dreamer
laid down his life
for a heartless wench
who was not impressed
by his sacrificial largess

The royal bitch
did not require rescue
from her plight
by a delusional knight

All she needed
was two Midol
to combat
her desperate princess cramps

Happening Street

This thing we thought was inevitable…
just ain’t happening

All the fears we’ve been fermenting…
just ain’t happening

All the wild scenarios we conjured up…
still ain’t ever happening

Things go down for a reason

or maybe not..

Good, bad, and indifferent
tis all a roll of the bouncing dice

There be no quantified logic in play here

So we gotta adapt on the fly

Dance with chaotic happenstance
and fully embrace life’s randomness

Loving Leftovers

Speaking statistically…

It can be very odd
to perpetually
tie out evenly…

To equate perfectly
and consistently numerically
is quite the mathematical impossibility…

So we gotta accept
quantitative reality
that life tends to trend fractionally..

Since we rarely tie out equally
contingencies must be made
for carry over excess
we gotta find a proper home for…

Imbalance is always a possibility…

Best embrace the solutions
when they skew messy

Butterfly Droppings

The once immaculate debutante
clad in her soiled white gown
loves to hang around
with disheveled metal bands
on the disjointed side of town
with all the other
disaffected groupies
and assorted hanger ons

Her concerned
family and friends
abduct the former suburban princess
to perform a radical musical intervention

They tie her rebellious ass to a chair
and subject her heavily pierced ears
to a heavy rotation
of Taylor Swift
and Katy Perry

After sweet saturation is complete
a steady stream infusion
of bubble gum pop
is pumped via IV
into her heavily tattooed arm
to close out the cultural correction session

Our reformed princess seems to have
learned her indoctrination lesson

Returns to the mainstream
to one day assume
a pre programmed life
of doting child bearing wife
and servile homemaker

Baking cookies
while humming
Bruno Mars tunes
while group chat bitching
to her frustrated friends
about their out of control kids