Inspiration Dirge

A displaced black bug
crawling on a blank
flat screen canvas
is an insect lost..

If you splatter it
and smear it’s remains
across the clean slate
the mess will give birth
to a fresh annoyance..

Though you did create
a work of modern art
that the subject model
will never appreciate

Plunger Crew

So many corporate fools
we must work around
in our daily trek
toward blissful retirement..

Grinding away
with our plastered smiles
as we struggle
to shovel through
the task force storm
dropping bullshit from above
courtesy of the very same fools
who make the rules
that clog our existence

We who turn the wheel
and run the machines
will figure out
practical work arounds
for the edicts issued
by the pompous boobs
who know not all we do
to create the polished product
that they will take full credit for

Faith Bait

The angel
I have religiously avoided
on misguided principle
gave skeptical me
a beautiful set of wings..

Included was an invitation
to rise above my somber situation
and fly with her heavenly flock..

I took her up on the pious offer
and am a non believer no more

Web of Sins

Here in the public domain
wherever you are
is where you are at…

In this connected age
we are forever in camera range..

Our character assassination coordinates
are constantly subject to mass posting
by roving cyber voyeurs
seeking to mass distribute
their best “gotcha moment”

Our lives now open books
so take heed
about those private transgressions
formerly safely performed out of sight

Shell Game

All my fault lines..

Deeply contained..

Self restrained..

Stone exterior
must be maintained..

One crack
and my self constructed wall
of formerly reliable repressions
comes crumbling down..

Amidst the smoldering rubble
glowing beneath my feet
peeps would finally see me
as I really am…

Scary as this fresh exposure may be
in the long run it ain’t so bad