a lover’s quarrel...

a lesser bicep tendon in my right shoulder became disinterested
as with most coupled things
incompatibility and a loss of similar interests
like binding a key muscle to a bone for the sake of balance and harmony
became not so much a situation of contention
but instead one of detachment

medicine has advanced quite a bit lately
and surgical prowess being one with still high profit margins
the said two estranged body parts were given little choice
as the young surgeon whipped out a serious can of arthroscopic whoopass
and with much chagrin and resentment
the disgruntled two were again merged

they voiced their displeasure with heinous fits of acuteness
they threw tantrums that throbbed in waves throughout the day and night
threatening to shift the earth on it’s axis
but the pharmaceuticals cried foul
and a remedy was spread thick upon the enraged beasts
before they could dig in their heals

a morphine and codeine martini was all it took
as long as the host took it four times an hour
for as soon as the embittered duo were again released from distraction
they continued to plummet their host with the dissatisfactions of their condition

so now peace is on the horizon
new treaties are in place
terms have been mitigated
but the host still suffers from the fallout
other organs now crave the particular libation that pacified the embattled
and the host still feels like shit

blind allegiance...

and so it’s good to want to belong
but solidarity is not all about being the follower
because it’s about participation
and before you participate you should believe
but what is it you should believe in

because it’s one thing to believe in a vision
and another thing to believe in a visionary
because believing in a visionary is ascension worship
and visionaries have egos
and they are corruptible
and they have publicists and agents
and they don’t take pay cuts
and they require subordinates

but visions can be worked with respect to equality
and they can be served without serving the hierarchy
so beware the priests who define the path

because that stadium you want might get built
and it might be all that you imagined
and it’s state of the art
and it’s new so it won’t fall apart
corporate welfare without the guilt

but we can’t say that
because we are all in this together
and we are rooting for the home team
and the owners may not call this home
and the players live elsewhere during the off season

but we have to have big and new to look like winners
that is the impression
and the tips are great
and the parking is plenty
and it creates jobs for the vendors
that is the perception
and someday we all might afford a ticket
that is the lie

but if we become minimalists and say no
then we are dissenters
and if we revolt
then we are rebels
and if we march
then we are malcontents
and if we retaliate
then we are terrorists

because if we renounce reward versus punishment
then we are socialists
and if we denounce it
then we are treasonous
and if we disallow it
then we are tyrannous

because ascension worship is the western way
and accountability from the bottom up is un-american
and abundance is an upside down pyramid

or is it

a trip to the mall...

do you hear voices in your head
can you understand what’s being said
everyone yakking individual dreams
no wonder nothing is really as it seems
incomplete sentences all at the same time
manipulating
coercing
leveraging
prying
there is such a very thin line
between the truth and the lying
coagulated views promoting loathing and fears
punished souls left in pain
faces wet with traces of tears
this is could be construed to be about a serpent and apple
are you your own living breathing tower of babble
this is what the ancients called the mitote
best taken with a shot of tequila and bit of peyote

multi-medium...

agendas get transmitted
and you are ready to receive
amplifications reinforce the message
intensions are to deceive
are the commercials a little louder than usual today?
how is your reception?
maybe you really shouldn’t press play?
any hints of an entitled perception?
do you resend or reacquire?
are your cyclical checks redundant?
do you collide with continuity on the wire?
are your aligned frames abundant?
are your bit patterns completely synced?
are all of your relevant pages linked?
bipolar errors are quite popular?
there are meds that can fix that
how does it all get to you?
bent light?
coiled copper?
caucasian noise?
pulsating waves encoded with encryption
containing misinformation
and an extremely vague description?
is your voice over
or is your data under?
you think you are living free
but your mind is basically plunder
these mediums born of military influenza
oppressions by the bottom line
manipulated by the larger few
with respect to frequency, distance, and time
are you now the righteous receptor
or might you want to be more of a reflector?

cubicle lust...

incognito we keeps the libido
until flares an erotic thrombosis
me thinks that this particular hostess
may have the mostest

and are multiple nibbles in order
a quick little lick
a flick of the bic
a twinkle in the eye
lungs fill
did I hear a sigh
careful
careful
on that sill teeters an elegant pie

is there still time
to delve into the sublime
from the dark and dank
blooms a dew sprinkled rose
what is this sweet funky stuff
frolicking up my nose
careful
careful
pheromones will make you moan

but alas break is over
and we have no more time
there are things to do
places to be
and my incognito libido
is back on someone else’s dime

deep rooted

I barked up the wrong tree the other day
though it seemed like a good tree for doing that
you see, there be potential for drunken dull nasties
each of questionable moral aptitude and the such
unethical deliberateness lurking in the upper canopy to boot
or at least the instilled rumor had it supposed
and thus knowing damn well they all be fat
and sloth-ish like a west coast merlot
that’s what I was told
I’m not overly embarrassed by it though
I’ve been known to also howl at the wrong moon
unclear of viable truth reactive
but not nuclear-ly reactive
yet there was fallout
assumption can result in that
gossip gets top billing over reality
spewings of someone else’s dreams
of what should be and why
validations polluting unsuspecting environments
smug grins united in a cheshire stretch
so I became the judge
and the system gnawing at the trunk
and someone hidden in the leaves
my victim

PRO-duce for hire…

did you get a say
before you were wisped away
or were you conscripted
and is it all everything that they depicted
did you feel honored and grateful
and thus unconditionally loyal
for once bought and paid for
you should stay that way as you toil
would you have signed
indelibly on the dotted line
had you a better choice
and with leverages applied
did they smile when they lied
and did you initially rejoice
who coughed up your down payment
while you sat idle
were you placed on lay-a-way plan
now who owns your title
and keeps your certifications
long after you’re canned
is your house your own
your car
your food
your phone
or are they just leased
as you frolic in their playground
jumping through hoops
being the only game in town
are you called upon
or just on call 24/7
are these steps in your stairway to heaven
they only want perfection
they are not too keen about balance
they have software tools for detection
of all that’s inefficient
everything is eliminated that’s deficient
toward the bottom line
the tyranny is in the adherence
the method is through your obedience
have you been focus grouped
are you ready to peddle all of their poop
can you bring to market a god given produce
or is the real money all in the juice
are you part of the overall production
a pawn manipulated though seduction
do you contribute
or distribute

brought to you by…

perfectly primped people
properly poised and postured
to win you allegiance
they get paid to do that

nouveau numb nuts
and nubile ninnies needing notoriety
they are the conduits
regis and kelly come to mind

somebody for which you you didn’t vote
makes much money shoving this all down your throat
do you savior the dull pungent
do you let it roll over and under your palate
do you feel any astringency
do you wash it down with sponsored libations

maybe you’re not sure what’s in your mouth
because the focus groups haven’t decided
what is the flavor of the day
did you swallow

redheaded left handed bastard chile…

I was born pure and free
before a domestication factor in multiples of three
the most secure I’ve ever been actually
yet a babe they couldn’t just let be
cuz me grand mum decided I wasn’t right
in fact I was left
and on the family name a blight
and so the change began
with smacks for my own good
when I used the wrong hand
as I grabbed for something they called food

we read starting left
but then we finish to the right
our sociological economics lean insidiously toward the uptight
what is left but bad people who want to be paid to create
or lust for a career as a funky potentate

I’ve always been confused
which hand to reach with
which foot to lead with
which appendage to use
and maybe that’s why I’m perceived ADD
and I can’t quite get with the great Machiavelli

so here is my task
one I’ll never be able to mask
I’m learning all over to lead with my left
as was before the world went black
and my ears turned deft

its not an easy thing
to toss away years of wrong thinking
and my left hand is not sure what to make of it all
but I’ve restrung my guitar
and reversed the pen and ink
and maybe I should wait before slicing the veggies
lest I lop off another digit in the sink

4th of july apropos… freedom… etc…

I saw a bumper sticker the other day…“she’s not my governor”
and with sharpie in hand I had a plan to pencil in “she is now”
because I could of knocked the proverbial block off
and I could have desecrated your elevated large treaded private property symbol
and your mental environment all at the same time

but (sigh) it really doesn’t matter
because bumper stickers are nothing more
than chips on people’s shoulders with a peal off sticky-back
and this is our domestication
and this is our mob rule intimidation
and civilized debate is replaced
with high gloss mass produced weather proof indelible graffiti
anchored to polished lifestyle transportation mechanisms

and just where have all the great orators gone
and are they hiding behind their cult of personality
because their jobs, status, and egos need protected
and now who are really the sheep

and when can the rest of us draw our own line in the sand
and not to just dare someone on the other side to cross it
but instead stand united as an impenetrable wall of conscience
to say enough is enough
and not with a passive aggessive sucker punch
or with retaliation as an agenda lurking in the bushes
waiting to spring forth
and pounce with vengeance to punish those that breach
because that is about as fascist as it gets
and all we really need to do is utter the smallest word
with the greatest pronouncement of defiance
… no!

And rational minds overflowing with reason
with interlocked consciousness forming a line of defense
defiantly standing and not posturing
like an army about to make its last stand
and it’s always good to dream