Faceless

The dead clock
nailed to the wall
knows nothing at all

Hands hang frozen

Batteries long ago drained

No one around
knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator
is nowhere to be found

They left behind no instruction manual

No useful blueprint as reference

Time supports
the innocents who believe
in this busted concept
even when there
is no way to explain
with confidence
the theoretical evidence
they will likely never see

Not frustrated by the void of silence
that haunts us cynical skeptics
wrapped in our cold shrouds of rationality

Mocking the faithful
with their ticktock beat
existing in a vacuum
of empirical impossibility

For if a clock chimes
in the Universe
and no one hears it
does eternity
even exist?

Truth Or?

I am

a gray ghost
of transparency
trapped in a black
and white world

And yet
I reject your absolutes

Piss on rigid truths

Nuances I dare to see
wrapped in soft subtleties

I am
a complexity revolutionary

An inter dimensional explorer

You too
have the innate ability
to read between
the literal lines

Open your blinds
and let the light of knowledge
shine through the stubborn mist

See life
in all it’s glorious layers

Savor the complexities
and grasp the paradox
that sometimes
there exists more
than one right answer

Death by Compliments

Let’s make one thing very clear

I will eat cheerfully today

whatever slop

you drop on my plate

with nary a complaint

I just no longer give a damn

about the concept of self pride

that in my contentious past

led to many a messy conflict

Live and let live

is my fresh concession mantra

My hero Eddie on the other hand

with his fake smile

and false cheer

is a slow leak

on our Good Ship Lollipop

that he will burst gradually

with his stealth negativity

until the weight of liberated truth

drowns us all eventually

as I cheer with my last breath

the death of social hypocrisy

Cold Inside

Socially inept Stevie

Such a scared little puppy

Petrified of any human interaction
that may generate uncertain feelings

So he uses his weirdness as a shield

Safe with always being the odd man out
which reinforces his walls of protected loneliness

Will never let the prying world see
within his contained environment
where he can remain comfortably different
locked in solitary

What a shame this deluded soul refuses to realize
how rapidly our time on Earth flies

Someday when his existence begins to wane
he will look back
at the missed opportunities and sigh
and regret all the life he let slip on by

True or True

Truth
no matter how rock solid
can be deposited
in our industrial blender
and pureed
into a smoothie approximation
of an alternative reality
that contains the same variables
only in a slightly different composition
that should not really matter

And yet somehow it does

Form over substance is the way
these cotton candy ass days

Light Metaphor

The oblivious oak
directly adjacent
to the fledgling sapling
casts a growth inhibiting
shadow eclipse
over the frustrated little tree

In this sun starved environment
light is so precious
the little guy has no choice
but to play the role of nihilist
and wait patiently
for a future storm to blow in
to make things right
by flattening the impediment
to growth development
for all the citizens
of our inclusion forest
where resources
should get allocated fairly

Eclipse Motives

This puzzling conundrum

caused by solar obstruction

that left nothing but corona light

which ain’t a brew

but instead a skewed vision

that can only be viewed

when special conditions exist

where all the angles are just right

Does the moon do this on purpose

when bored?

Or perhaps it blocks the rays

out of sheer spite

tinged with jealous envy

Those shadow emotions

that keep even satellites in darkness

Useful Idiot Nation

Huh??

What did we just see?

Political anarchy?

The end of diplomacy?

Or is this latest cringe
sloppily choreographed
ambush of our ally
the new abnormal?

Friends now enemies

Alliances flipped

Over the top performative politics
as cover for the dismantling
of all that America once was
before the Clown Show rolled in
and commenced the Grievance Circus

Now we are the global laughing stock

The Jester turned King
nobody outside his circle
of demented sychophants
respects or takes seriously

Pity us not
as we wander the wilderness
for our daily humiliation
is entirely self inflicted

Wearing Blue

It’s OK to be depressed

Trust me, I know

No shame in melancholy

No need to feel guilty

In fact the real oddity would be
if you never felt blue

Cause that ain’t how
this roller coaster life goes

Sadness is what makes us human
and appreciative
when the pendulum
swings back to happiness

Off Broadway Production

Video window
blares the news

Grave images
roll in 24/7

The pain of this
long running tragedy show
sears our tired eyes

The heartbreak
of humanity is relentless

It does make one question
God’s very existence

Is he fact or fiction?

Is he even a he
these gender neutral days?

How can there be
so much dysfunction
in it’s flawed creation?

God is love?

God is perfect?

Where’s the damn evidence?

Maybe the Lord has a plan
we were never meant to fathom
of perhaps our defective species
was just a rough draft
of a future better crafted production
somewhere else
in this vast Universe?