Archive | January 2025

Fossilized Us


Had this weird premonition
about my sudden extinction
by an event unforeseen

Ain’t that the way it happens?

A stray meteor drops from the sky

The ash mushroom cloud
blocks out the sunshine

Our shocked asses freeze and die

And just like that
my temporary friends
we’re bones in a museum

Reconstructed fossil novelties
dug up by future
alien paleontologists
who will hypothesize
about what made us tick

Stuffed puffy doll merchandise
of our projected
cuddly existence
on sale in the lobby
to pay for the science
of reconstructing our long gone kind

Stick a Fork in Me


That rumbling seismic shift
in the not too far off distance
is coming for us on the 20th


I gotta confess
in all seriousness
I’m no longer into fighting it


Gonna now sit back
and be a full fledged nihilist


Let the Disruptor and his band
of bumbling sychophants
wreck this ship
on the rocks of incompetence


In my bitterness
and disgusted disillusionment
I have forever dropped all pretense
of rosy ass optimism


Gonna put up my feet
and take perverse
warmth and comfort
by the dumpster fire
my beloved country
has signed up for


We’re going back to the trough
for toxic seconds?


Really?


No way I can take this shit

seriously anymore


FUCK IT

Off Color


Back and forth
over which path to choose

Left or right?

The old fork in the road thing

The chart tomorrow game

As the debate waned
the inevitable
“What’s the point?” came

My retort these days
is “Why does there have to be one?”

What is wrong
with holding on
to a little pointless fun
that serves no purpose
but a smile or two
to help us get through
this mundane
color between the lines life?

Sexolution


Heather the former feather dancer
was a professional dream teaser


She’s a throw back to innocent times
when erotica was all in the mind


Sexy silhouette, sultry shadows
flirtatious winks, naughty show


Today the fantasy game
is all silicon based and in your face
with little left to the imagination


Grinding hard to lonely souls
for the currency in their pockets


While a withered Heather sighs


Pours drinks to the obnoxious pervs
and wistfully laments her lost art

Truth Rules


Let’s agree to be protective
over all matters subjective

We got that precious First Amendment
ensuring free speech after all

Even those with whom we disagree with
for views we may even find repugnant

In fact especially those whose opinions
may reside on the fringe minority
deserve the right to be heard

The free and open exchange of ideas
makes us all stronger
when all is said and done

But let’s not add disinformation into the mix
especially when the lies are deliberate

Those who mislead with fabricated facts
and flood social media with contrived bullshit
only serve to muddy the waters
of intelligent contemplative discourse

These spinners of fraud have no business
being included in any discussions

Let’s all agree

to let their toxic lies rot on the vine

Power Fucked


The giant is oblivious
to the sickening symphony
of bones crunching beneath his feet
since the great disparity
from squished victims
to his privileged consciousness
is such a massive distance

Because the beast is so
grotesquely large
it was decided by those
desperate for power
to put President Musk in charge
in the misguided hope
that such responsibility
would motivate the oligarch
to tread more lightly

Not likely

For you see

Egotistical
narcissistic Neo Nazis
don’t relinquish
the power they paid for
before they have exacted
their pounds of peasant flesh

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