regime change is a tricky biz
its motivation far trickier
for the man who cannot keep his mushroom
unshuttered
is now playing with his other toys
including the lives of soldiers
and bombs and other bibi guns
playing with firepower and fire
playing like a gambler
who will not quit
until he has lost
it all
The evening ebbs/And woven webs/Are put aside for now.
Well past the crest/It’s time to rest/And dim the here and now.
You’ve taken heed/Of thoughtworddeed/And now you take a meal
With sweet and salt/And single malt/Enjoyment of the weal.
The loom’s enthreaded with the day
And warp and weft endow its play.
The place I bought my car wants to buy it back
A scheduling lady called and urged me
To bring my Soul in for appraisal
“I don’t want to sell my Soul,” I told her
But soon got a text from the dealership
“When can you bring your vehicle in?”
Wow, how aggressive!
I bantered
Asked for some info that would give me a clue
As to how much I could possibly get
“I understand your hesitation,” the next text said
And I asked to whom I was texting
“You’re texting with the AI assistant of Bill Luke Chrysler…” was the unashamed answer
Not a human being
But aggressive-car-salesman SOFTWARE
..
A glimpse of the future
Chills me now
pam the nonstick coating
pam the toady blondie
pam with tommy floating
anderson, spray, bondi
..
spam the meat of mystery
spackle wallflaw filler
speaker drive-in history
spica virgo’s chiller
..
sparky does the radio
spartacus the spectacle
spacetime place upgrady o
specie payment vesicle
the years of dings and rough and tumble
lend some juice to moans and groans
and you fall when once you’d stumble
and then feel it in your bones
gradually you can’t avoid all
manner of those it-hurts signals
waveforms slightly sinusoidal
muscle cramps and hamstring bid pulls
choose to be sanguine and stoic
makes the aches your friends–you’ll see
from the distant Mesozoic
Cease to Ache means Cease to Be.
shame isn’t it
what some people who have more money
than they know what to do with
do with their money?
some of them are more loathsome than Sméagol
whispering we wants it and precious…
some more evil than the judge
who sentenced Sacco and Vanzetti to death
and then telegraphed a friend
DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID TO THOSE
TWO ANARCHISTS TODAY?
Say their names:
Virginia Guiffre
Jane Doe Calendar Girl
Jane Doe slapped across the face
Jane Doe forcibly entered
Jane Doe times a thousand scarred for life
learn their names:
Ghislaine Maxwell
Jeffrey Epstein
Individual #1 also known as Donald Trump
Predators #2 through #666
Enablers #1 though #52 (R)
[In]Justices #1 through #6
and now ask yourself
how do I help end this evil?
a little after seven a m
a man of seventy-one
the day after groundhog day
the year of their lord twenty twenty-six
put his phone to his face
arrived at an expression on his face
and with his right index finger
touched the screen
..
some whom he knows are us some them
he wants another year and more before he is done
he loves a woman born in tennessee one fine fine day
he’s packing up to be with her for true love & for kicks
she has given him her heart and her grace
so quietly silly and amazing, that grace
making memories fresh that add to those that linger
the engine revs the light is green
W-2s
Rhyme with Blues
With reason.
Tax season
Is daunting,
Complex, taunting,
That income seductive
Precludes much deductive
And oil lease dribbles
At refundage nibbles.
So pre-prep ordeal
Let’s have a good meal
And not let our eggs nor our dark thoughts congeal.
I was on the phone with my darling Donna Sue
And I needed to get my Fitbit steps in
And we didn’t want to end the conversation
So I took Donna with me
And as we talked I took pictures
..
I walked past the dive bar I like
And the Sonic and the tire place and Tower Liquors
Going into KFC where I got two-piece takeout
And then heading for home
And only then the ending our conversation
..
She is in Toledo and I am here in Phoenix
But sometimes even so
We are in the same place
a man of few words/walked into a place of worship/and pulled four slips of paper from his pocket
on one slip was written WET/the next ASCENSION/the third STANDING/and the last MUTE
but when asked to elaborate he smiled sadly
and pointed to the small scar
over his adam’s apple
and then he silently wept/and his body attenuated/stretching till his head touched the ceiling
and when his head touched the ceiling
his bare feet became transparent
and the transparency flowed up his body
and when it reached his eyes
hewinked at the congregation
and then winked/out of existence
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