March 2024- We are Dancing on Shaky Ground

You know-

Truth is you don’t really write Poetry

Honestly I have no idea just what the

Hell you do write

Put down on this page

Sounds like

You were born with poetry written all over your face in a cryptic crimson script.
Since then all you have been doing is transcribing.

I have heard

The weeping wails

The caustic rants on rails

The Cryptic non-sequitur blackboards nails

The Vendettas with some dull axe to grind

4 Beer revelation epistles 

Bilious shaky Prose

Surgical strike 10 pin splits of delusional grandeur

Semi Stream of consciousness dry heaves

Wolfe ticket promises coming attractions threatening to have some pay off

Maybe- Just maybe- rarely

Some stray moment of lyrical lucidity

God forbid some poetry   

But not nearly enough on a regular basis

More like perpetually your one brick short of a wall or point

Your deck always seems to be stacked with 51

Your baloney w/ mayo on white bread one slice short of sandwich

You write a kind of Service Dog Poetry

And you need to hang a pork chop

Around your neck

To get the audience to listen as you kiss them

Like a rescue dog

And that’s exactly

What’s wrong with you

2/17/24

Dancing under the Sword of Damocles

Poem to be read while listening to

Standing on Shaky Ground by the Temptations

Lady luck and a four leaf clovers
Wanting this hurt I feel all over
My life was one special occasion
Till your leavin’ ended the situation

So as China hacks the infrastructure

The  power plants go offline -sewage systems gurgle

 And back up shorting

Out the electrical grids

Treating all the air traffic controllers

To the latest viral Tic Tock video

On their frozen screens

Hey did anybody see where fight 745 on approach to

JFK went ?

Russia not to be undone Putin plans nukes in space

To vaporize all our communication satellites

But what the hell ?

There still is the music of the spheres

The Moon is shrinking

The Moon is moving away

Eventually inducing the earth

To wobble on its axis like

A spinning top losing steam

Decaying our orbits trajectory

When this happens

Going to be hard day on the planet

For the rules of gravity.

Solar Eclipse in April ?

See black hole sun & Day of the Triffids

We all go blind

At last a plant-based Venus fly trap economy

(BTW we’re not even to go into the Sun

Running out of juice vomiting a coronal ejection

Or just lottery asteroids comets meteors trying

To get word edgewise through generic decaying space junk )

The next election looms

Let’s look what’s on the ballet

Our choices

Incumbent old guy recently described

As well-meaning elderly man with a poor memory

With the Nuke codes

Or

Pissed off other past POTUS Reality show old guy

Loaded with grudges and vendettas

Going to teach that democratic system

An object lesson we won’t forget in a hurry

And nukes codes he has on speed dial

Spring training

Let’s throw the old ball around the horn

First base Ukraine

Around second Hamas

Short stop the Israeli Air force (w/ nukes)

At the hot corner Iran (currently on E-Bay looking for bargain nukes)

Catcher/Pitcher/outfielders TBA

While back home ?

It’s guns -guns- guns

We duck and cover

Shetler in place

Lost in the array of our devices

Numbly Cocooned in the net of our cyber denial systems

That justifies/qualifies/defines

The extent of our moronic myopic madness.

In short ?

We are standing on shaky ground

And it’s bigger guns- guns- guns

Hair triggers abound

Around every corner

We will never know just what hit us

What it you- what hit me

What’s going to hit everybody

When some pissed off teenager wonder hacker

Scores 4 with the launch codes while playing candy crush

Last call for your next text message

Honey I’ll be home soon

Before dawn

Just after sunset

At the stroke of midnight

Perhaps as we are wondering

What’s for lunch ?

Baby ? This will eat your lunch for you

Any maybe if you are still alive

You will cry/sob just to crawl back

Into the previous hour minute

Day week month year

That burning fuse lit certitude of the terrible now

Come around at last

And Daddio ?

It’s all not coming back

Never to return

Standing on Shaky Ground.

2/17/24