dad wore hats
June 19, 2017
not when he should have
on a cold bright day
he would call out
where is your hat?
while the wind played
in his hair.
nor the way he should have
it was always
crunched atop his head
by a nephew or daughter
running around our backyard
at a picnic.
nor what he should have
into the dewy night
the adults would sing
heads touching in harmony
dad smoking a Chesterfield
wearing a bonnet.
be the embracer
February 14, 2017
plastic piece on Earth
December 19, 2016
Sewage – a guest poem by Anti-Lentist
September 22, 2016
T is for titillating trash talk,tarnished tales for tabloid takers
R is for reckless reprehensible ridiculous racist repugnant rhetoric
U is for ugly upsetting unbelievable utterings
M is for maniacal misogynist mad malicious moronic mannerisms
P is for putrid pompous pubescent prattle /this ain’t no shtick,he’s a pri–!
nine was was
September 11, 2015
It seemed a time of respect.
Skies were skies,
no chalky lines.
Only bird, cloud
flag.
Booty and bullets
vanished.
Terrorism was not yet
entertainment.
Reflection and restraint
a brief national value.
Never to return,
We lived briefly
in the eye of a blood storm.
Katrina – destruction brought on by man’s sin alright:
August 26, 2015
hubris
greed
denial
myopia
dereliction
disinterest…
he is a coward
August 26, 2015
he once stopped by
and promised to resolve
my shattered bones.
he dried my tears,
placed a candle in my heart,
with no flame.
he proclaimed,
I will never abandon you.
then he left.
he left to have sex
with violence
like John Wayne.
he showed up
again, but never
returned.
2006 RV 4/17
until
November 11, 2014
speaking with tongue
August 8, 2013
We rationalize:
it is a jungle out there.
We possess the language
to scaffold a lasting peace.
Yet we continue to speak
reptilian.
television lives
August 7, 2013
reality is a corporate
Skinner box.
we scurry like rats
through a maze of aisles…
Must See TV
leads the way…