Flip the Formula

Heed my positivity
my cynical
happily ever after friends

Love at first sight
ain’t a myth

For this was not
just another
madcap hookup romp
between a ditsy blonde
and me her quirky beau

We find the key
to our relationship longevity
is to not take love too seriously

Don’t over analyze the chemistry
or calculate the kinetic equation
to pigeonhole define
our oddball connection
that defies standard romance conventions

Did You Hear About..

Step right up
my fellow oddball misfits
to the social media trough

Confess post
your litany of juicy sins
and personal misfortune
for text backs
of follower sympathy
from faceless friends
who secretly revel and gossip
behind your back
about your human failings
with that smug superiority
that pollutes the airwaves
of the online sewing circle

Those sharp boot heels you feel
poking you in the neck
are from this chorus
of the downtrodden
using your grim published situation
to uplift them
from their depression

Burn Baby Burn

The child with matches
is fascinated
and seduced by the flame
that they created
with the flick of the wrist

Clueless are they
about dangerous consequence
attached to combustibility
if the power they wield
ain’t used safely

Say hello
my soon to be scorched friends
to the pyrotechnic
flame thrower diplomacy
of the 21st Century
we have unleashed
on a horrified world
by our Juvenile King
who fiddles from his bunker
while counting up profits

Beware the recoil
of flammable
regime change politics

Kill Baby Kill

The Squire of Mar-a-Lago
has royally decreed
that the Cheney Doctrine
of war for profit
is ready to proceed
just like the good old days
when any bullshit
fishy rationalization
could get wrapped in the flag
and retro mass sold
to the gullible populace
as the new corporate patriotism

Video replays
of us blowing up
the latest boogeyman enemy
sure makes for great TV
as high ratings are guaranteed
while the arm chair generals
lecture the fired up populace
from in front of colorful maps
and regale us with tales
of great military history

It always starts
as a grand adventure at least
til the novelty wears off
and we start tallying up the cost
that far exceeds the benefits
of yet another oil drenched mess

Headless Snake Brigade

Packed tightly in trench deep
soldiers gather round the two way
waiting for marching orders
which may never come

Since mission parameters
were never clearly defined
the warriors struggle to find
a winning battle strategy

They know who is the enemy
and where to find their adversary
but without proper guidance
or offensive cohesion
all they can do
is make threatening noises
and try to bluff their way through

Conceptual Living

The cranial blender
of a few well placed
electrical discharges
in our underutilized brains
is where inspiration
dances unrestrained
with conceptual abstraction

Creations of virgin purity
immaculately unstained
by the dream busting doubt bombs
to be launched by external scrutiny

This suppressed blueprint
is the spiral staircase path
to natural advancement

If only we could reside
in this secure womb
of abstract excellence

Trust in the power of genius possibility

Instead we gotta endure
these stained implementations
that perpetually leave us wanting

Forever seeking
the next future
untarnished surge of creativity

Spoonful of Artificial Sweetener

We do things we should not do
but we do them anyway
under the guise
of it needed to be done

It’s these little self deceptions
cloaked in cliched rationalizations
that make our human indiscretions
go down a little easier

This self serving brew
allows us the smoke screen
to delude ourselves
that we are decent people

Riding With Inequity

Life is unfair

Swish that around
in your leaky chalice
of high expectations
and spit out
the toxic bitterness
all over
your soon to be
extinguished dreams

Cleanse that palate
of the bullshit
things as they should be equity
and use this new disillusionment
for practical forward motion

Life is unfair indeed
but once we accept
this cynical doctrine
we can proceed
to try and make the best
of our tilted situation

Great Adaptations

I come not at you today
to assign convenient blame
for the latest catastrophe

I leave that to those
of a gutless fence sitting bent

This critique is meant to be
constructive poetry

You have always proceeded
with a binary
black or white thought process

A zero sum game mentality
which while providing
immediate thought clarity
is more suited to game theory
than our oft murky reality

Still you dwell in absolutes
when nuance is required

Stubbornly refusing to see
the many layers of subtlety
truth resides in

Not very analytical don’t you think?

To compound your latest mess
these battle lines you have drawn
in the shifting sands
to defend your rigid views
will shatter under the stress
of ever changing values

You gotta learn to bend
and adapt my friend

Don’t be a dinosaur like the rest

Invisible Man

The man I am on the periphery

Slow dancing on the edge
of relevancy
has come to cherish
the advantages of transparency
for there is a certain majesty
in this glorious cloak of anonymity

The shadows have anointed me
the sole and absolute
sovereign of this minuscule domain

The unchallenged ruler
of The Great Unknown

As the Lord of Invisibility
I do so cherish being left alone
and am petrified
of ever being exposed
to the blinding glare
of a cruelly intrusive society
determined to upgrade
my frowned upon anti social existence

And if the walls
of this stealth bastion
were ever to be breached
I would mourn
a loss of freedom
previously safely locked away
in my carefully guarded kingdom