Pitter Splatter

There goes my heart again

Rolling down
the front steps
and into the indifferent street

Just another human tragedy
littering the crimson city

I wander aimlessly
through the boulevard
of lost souls
beneath the
flickering street lamps

Plunge into the excess
of useless regret

Anything to forget
her toxic existence

Damage control
always requires time to fix this condition

These wounds will heal

The blood will congeal 

Only then
can I proceed
to my next relationship demolition

All Me

As the years accumulate
and gently rain down on me
my mind has slowed
to such an extent
that I have landed
in a place
of contentment

My universe has slowed
to a glorious crawl

I am not stressing anymore
about shit beyond my control

Happiness is this acceptance

But in the back of my mind
buried beneath the suppression
I know the grade of my decline
will land me in dementia
like my parents before
when we called it senility

I’ll descend there eventually

But not today

Gonna for once take it easy

Close the time capsule
and just be

Ponderous Ponderings

If you came face to face
with the truth
would you know
what to do with it?

Can you even believe
your perceptions?

Can you still trust
past assumptions?

Those hazy recollections
of all we have learned
and applied
do so
cloud the new reality

Doubt seeps in
and obliterates
our concrete paradigms

Until the core is infected
with the paralysis of doubt

Once we lose the
protection of our
self confidence
we begin to question
our very foundation
and ponder
if truth is even still possible

Is this evolution or dissolution?

Or both?

The Hell if I know

Hammer Time

There is no hypocrisy
like religious duplicity

Not only do these phony
children of the Pharisees
make a mockery
of the teachings of Jesus
with such toxic hateful rhetoric
their intellectual dishonesty
gets weaponized
by those very same zealot types
who nailed Christ to the cross

That’s All Folks

I am going to die..

Sooner than I had hoped

Timelines being so fickle

Are they not?

I hope you remember me

Maybe fondly

Maybe not

I used to think that mattered

The fallacy of legacy

Just pissing into a hurricane

A harmless self delusion

Is it not?

Life is not fair

Death too

Neither was ever meant to be

Neither were we

Fin..

The Messenger Wins

When a sliver of light
slashed the night
bisecting the darkness
and the emptiness
of those manipulated
by ignorant deceptions
they lashed out at the source
in a desperate reflex action
of futile self defense

Their shame
of past venomous deflections
now staring back at them
in the unforgiving mirror

As if their flailing denials
and introspective attacks
against their own reflection
ever had a chance
of prevailing
against the blinding power
of their unerasable past

Louder Than Words

I believe
in Heaven and Hell
more than ever before

And not in the strict
dogmatic sense
bound in ancient texts
with prayers and pious incantations
that have zero real world relation
to the swirl of tribulations
we face daily here on Earth
where Heaven and Hell
are not only forked options
but concrete destinations
that test our faith to the max

This is where the action battle
between good and evil rages daily
and where we stake our claim
with the choices we make
that defines
not only who we are
but where we will roll ultimately
on our path custom made
to spiritual eternity

Swing and a Miss

The ice queen
gave me a sly smile
which I
in my state of need
took as a subliminal
romance invitation

Moving in without hesitation
for a kiss with the object
of my potential affection
I puckered up for the chance to share
a sensual liaison
with those lips so fair

She slipped my advance
with the grace of a ballet dancer
as I smooched
nothing but thin air

Of course
my blocked amorous humiliation
was captured for all posterity
by a voyeur hand held device
to such an extent
that my failure mass posted
is now a forever meme
in the public domain of shame

Smooth Operator

Fold the page

Execute a clean crease

Bisect the universe vast

Fold it again

Continuous segmentation

Diminishing subsets

Yet the sum space
of our canvas
remains the same
if you can manage
to see past
the ripple effect
that distracts

Embrace the big picture
elegantly framing the totality
of this infinite perception game

Cause and Respect

Today’s parade
will commence
promptly at eight

This will be
a mass celebration
of the brave
arsonist fireman
who has started many a blaze
but quickly extinguished
the horrible conflagration
of his own creation
much to the amazement
of we gullible
hero starved sychophants
clad in our best
gasoline saturated threads