like a scarab beetle hiding in a pile of dung there’s an area of the brain that lurks just beyond conscientiousness
superstition
it lurks in the dark alleys of homosapien’s minds
sometimes surfacing in real time
a crippling fear of the unknown combined with stupidity
superstition is patient
it waits for its prey
like a panther hiding
in the dark fringes of human consciousness
waiting for an opportunity
to challenge reality
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in the dead of night, the crickets crawled across the graves taking care not to rub their legs together and disturb the stillness and soundlessness of the ancient graveyard
at the end of the road a dim figure strode towards the last resting place for humanity taking care not to upset the serenity of the humid night
the moon slowly rose in the sky above the place where people went when they died
silhouettes of lost souls strolling in the eerie quietude of endless tombstones overgrown with mantles of moss flitted through the overgrown grass unaware of the stranger
phantoms of the past paraded over the marble mausoleums of the rich and famous with impunity born from being deceased for millenniums
the young husband approached the recent grave of his young bride, while raising a pistol to his head and calling out her name though she was dead
The silence suddenly screamed…
-30-
There are shelves full of secret books
filled with words of wisdom
standing silently and securely
in a hidden room
waiting for humanity
to come of age
but the age of heroes
has sadly passed
and only ignorance
exists in the void
-30-
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
-30-
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
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