pedestrians in Every City Ohio
wouldn’t look down
at the still body on the ground
instead, they walked around
eyes forward but not seeing
not wanting to know
in ignorance fleeing
a harsh reality
uncomfortably bleeding
in their path
a victim of someone’s wrath
no
they blindly plunge ahead
with growing dread
unwilling witnesses
to a harsh reality
reminding them
of their mortality
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It was the worst of times…
There were no longer two sides to a coin. Equality was history. The best of times disappeared in a fog of lies and folks talked about the inevitable end and a King they never elected who was walking the streets with no clothes on, but everyone pretended not to notice.
Clowns masqueraded as government officials and the Turkey Vulture was named the national bird after the White House was moved to Florida.
Scarlet streamers, flags and memes streaked through society scattered with communities stocked with sheep meekly walking to the slaughter in the name of tarnished patriotism and false piety.
Fallow fields, once places of education, crisscrossed across the country echoing days long gone when the earth was still round and people could tell what was real and what wasn’t.
Neon lights proclaiming the Coming of Mardock competed with signs promising salvation through Jesus Christ and his seven little trolls. Message billboards with an orange-faced man polluted every highway promoting the dear leader’s latest grift.
Environmental safeguards were jettisoned off of Niagara Falls like a herd of lunatic lemmings leaping to their deaths because they knew the planet was doomed.
Doomsday speakers on street corners attracted crowds that expected a good show while they wallowed in conspircies and dived into disinformation like moles on the make.
Reason was ruthlessly crushed by people living in bubbles and alternate universes where right was wrong and wrong was right and no one saw the light.
A cloud of despair hung in the air as people hurried to jobs they hated in order to make money that the government took back in the form of numerous taxes that went to greedy politicians who divided them according to a special pecking order.
There were no sanctuaries for people of color who lived in the ruins created by racists who dreamed of an all-white Christmas 365 days a year.
If you listen closely, sometimes you can hear a fragile voice calling out from the shadows… “Where has love gone?“
30-
a grunion run
is only fun
when the sun
drops out of the sky
and the moon
shines on slivery fish
that catch your eye
wiggling on the beach
with their shiny scales
spawning frantically
before the searchers
come sloshing by
-30 –
molten glass
morphing into
a solid state
yet transparent
reflecting colored
crystals
creating shadows
on windows
to tomorrow
***
Seals can be trained to clap for treats
humans can be brainwashed to clap
for political candidates
Seals dive into the sea for sustenance
humans swim in the chaos
they call civilization
while seals search for their next fish
humans thrash about like bait
caught in some stupid political debate
victims of their own hate
Diversity and equality are building blogs for successful civilizations
as history so clearly tells us in somber tones meant to sound wise
but those qualities are often poorly concealed lies
of patriotism meant to fool the hoi polloi
into treating democracy like a Tinker Toy
Nations rise and fall on realities
versus ideologies
in the end, humans can’t live in peace
we’re no one’s masterpiece
**
life is a three course meal
of baby food
steak and lobster
and mushed food
sprinkled with
a dash of irony
and a touch of salt
some good whiskey
and wine
while you dine
until it’s time
to pay your final bill
when you’ve had your fill
75 words
the bottles stood intact in a ragged line on the beach’s burning sand silent sentinels taking a stand as the hypnotizing waves lapped nearby telling a tale of drowned sailors and a ship’s sad demise so near paradise and mere meters away from an island fit for castaways to live out their last days after a lifetime of piracy on the open sea searching the beaches for booty and unbroken bottles of good British rum
205 words – free verse
life in the fast lane of concrete jungles weaving through cities and states seeking altered states and the key to paradise while cities burn from fires caused by climate change and a whole range of environmental disasters brought on by corporate behemoths that breath life into Wall Street’s secrets corridors of power looking down on the average citizen nearly powerless trying to fight Goliath with a cell phone tapped by the FBI and marketers vying for the masses money in cyberspace a dangerous place where saints and sinners trumpet their wares to the unwary visitors responding to special sales for limited times – but wait there’s more – in the pursuit of happiness religions and cults seek converts with promises of saving souls and access to elite Hollywood parties where the wealthy meet to greet one another and brag about big contracts and casting beds while women fight for equality and freedom from perverted movie execs soaked in their huge egos looking for the next star in an industry of dreams where viewers suspend reality to escape a world of lies that have formed like cobwebs in our society holding the average person victim with fake news and rhetoric straight from hell and premiering near you soon.
205 words – free verse
the people who spend their time really communicating
are taking an important path towards eliminating hating
learning to have a successful conversation
is the way to reinvigorate a polarized nation
it’s important young and old listen to one another
instead of stepping on words disrespecting the other
for civility to return to our divided society
we need to call out destructive impropriety
It needs to stop
Everyone needs to listen
Then we can talk
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