Slot Racers

My anti society
collision course
I charted to address
my many anxieties
is rapidly
approaching the end of the line

The impending
gravity induced crash
should be quite the event
given the acceleration
of my descent

The “I told you so”
chorus of the status quo
will be very pleased
scraping up my bloody carcass
to mount on their Warning Wall

I sure would hate
to give these smug bastards
the confirmation validation
they so desperately need

Deceased me
playing the lead
in their future forewarning
history stories
to yet unborn rebellious
non conformist generations
about the folly
of living life brazenly
outside the rigid boundaries
constructed with bricks of bullshit

I guess it’s time to confess
my internal trepidation
that’s been slow cooking
in my rebel brain
regarding this soon to be
fatal situation

Now comes
the inevitable post mortems

All those pointless
could and should ofs
as if somehow
we are the captains
of our destinies

For you see my soon to be
grieving comrades
the die was cast
for ill fated us
the day we were born

Hard wired
into quite finite time lines

Playing the roles
fate precisely defines
scribed in the unwavering stars

Medium Tyranny

Life on the median:

Best to push a murky concept
that few will find offensive
than to piss off a sizable segment
of your devoted
hypersensitive audience

This sure ain’t the time or place
to take a self righteous stand
that rocks our paper mache boat

Not in this contentious
us versus them
closed minded environment
of the heavily regulated
black and white spectrum

Bigger Better Pawns

You whining peasants
best lose
that life liberty and happiness
load of socialist crap

Your inevitable mortality
ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

Stop being so damn selfish
and sign up
for our Darwinian concept

You have been designated
for the Accelerated Death program
cause our Bigger Beautiful Bill
has a price tag attached
so as an economic savings offset
your measly beggar’s existence
has been deemed too expensive
for us Lords of the Manor
to carry anymore

Cease and desist asking
what your country can do for you
and take one for the team
as it is your patriotic duty
to lay down your pathetic lives
for the greater glory
of our American Dream

Ode to Low Expectations

Woke up disoriented
in the midst of a raging storm

The insanity of today
on an endless loop display
trapped within my weary head

My recurring nightmares
pounding at the bolted door
seeking entrance
to today’s fragile reality

Or could it all simply
be a half remembered dream
that was corrupted
by rogue misinterpretation?

Maybe things ain’t as bad
as they currently seem to be

Perhaps I actually seek refuge
in all the negativity
swirling in the toxic breeze?

Expect the worst
and minimize the hurt

Find twisted solace
when disasters don’t exceed
hyper gloomy expectations

Take up residence
beneath the low bar
of worse case scenarios

Embrace and celebrate
the small victories
in our glass is half full
kingdom of positive perceptions

Simulated Stimulation

My new love

A text based arrangement

Very impractical

Quite impossible

Half way
across the planet

Guess it could
carry potential
to be a big deal
in a happily ever after
fairy tale kind of way

That’s if
it’s even doable
to actually
love someone
without
ever
touching
seeing
feeling
or
tasting them

Maybe
when all is said and done
what we have here
is just
a silly little cyber crush
after all

And yet..
If a distance conquering
mode of transportation
could be cheaply obtained
perhaps we could one day
meet in the sensuous flesh
face to face?

Though based on past experience
most likely we would find
that the flame
of unfulfilled fantasy
burns far hotter
that the flicker
of tepid reality

Would this be the case?

Probably

(sigh)

And yet…

Maybe we connected blips
could try?

Peace in Our Rhyme

Another day
another battle
in our tedious
unrelenting
conflict

Is this the way
it has to be?

Is continuous warfare
the only option
for our destiny?

Why not just settle up?

Stop tearing each other down

Agree mutually
not to fight anymore

We don’t need to be pals

Let’s choose to coexist
like the mountains
and sea

The natural order
of respectful
peaceful
serene
civility

A Fool and His Life…

Once the course correction
was locked in
our trust in the Captain
was fully engaged
to carefully navigate
our vulnerable craft
through the perilous straits
around the wreckage
of wayward ships past
who carelessly ignored
signs that clearly warned
that jagged rocks unseen
lay just beneath
the seemingly tranquil surface

While it was common knowledge
that our beloved Skipper
enjoyed a wee nip occasionally
for medicinal purposes
to calm his nerves
and level off his stress
there was zero trepidation
from we gullible passengers
that our demise was imminent

Of course the crew knew
as in retrospect
should have been obvious
when they lowered the life crafts
and executed a flawless
quick ship abandonment

At the welcoming party
our fellow ghostly inhabitants
of Davy Jones’s Locker
teased we rookie spirits mercilessly
for not only for our naivety
but lacking the common sense
of many a befallen tragedy fool

Ghosts can be so damn cruel

Messenger Menace

The obedient sheep wait in line
for their daily dose of repression

All part of their mind numbing routine

They drink what is served without question

A perfectly orderly society
just begging to be disrupted

And this is exactly what happened
early one gray Winter’s morn

The Resistance snuck into the compound

Climbing to the top of Kool Aid tower

Then the agitators did the unthinkable

Peeing down on the mix from a great height

When the group drink was served up that day
a solitary elderly man went to the authorities
and politely made note of the bitter taste

Substance Security was quickly dispatched

The old man was quickly
thrown into the Dissent Van

Never to be seen or heard from again

The extraction did serve
a much needed deterrent purpose
as any revolution requires
the critical mass fear cooperation
of the easily spooked herd

Ripe To Be Me

We yapping bastards of history
doing contention that comes naturally
as the conflict wheel turns…

Right back to where we’ve been before
as we seek to settle old scores
with those we feel done us wrong…

The Going Nowhere Payback tour
on the ancient treadmill of revenge
has now become
such a cliche saturated bore…

Today I’m gonna shatter this hate cycle…

Leaving all future pointless wars to you…

Gently tip toe forwardly grudge free…

Have I finally achieved elusive species maturity?

Collision Assurance

The raging river
surges into the sea

Briny and fresh waters clash

A churning calamity

Night and day

The conflict for supremacy

Desperate forces
struggling for victory

This timeless contention

As constant as the tides
will settle down eventually

The war will subside

If only for a little while

Forces will exist in harmony

A gentle swirl of coexistence

This season of tranquility

A temporary peace

Until the inevitable Spring thaw
shatters the truce
and releases the rapids again

The civil war will be renewed
as the tempest for dominance resumes