Auric Reverie

Thoughts dissolving
into a listen-
dripping rain
on damp pavement,
a lonesome coo
of a huddled dove,
swishing tires
of weary traffic,
distant church bells
chiming
an undecipherable tune...
in a moment of auric clarity
I forgot what it was that
I was thinking about.

Diversions, distractions, delivering disaster

The lizards lick their scaly lips
the beady eyes don't lie.
They do not squirm in adversity
they plot, they whisper..."die."

'We have all power in our grasp
let's scare the docile sheep,
now don your terrorist masks
and strike, then put them all to sleep."

Media is there with untimely news
(the wealthy, the corporate
paing their dues)
laughing at peasants
who just need some hope,
their wise man has spoken
and here comes his rope...

"fear for a moment
will trump his mission,
then ads and football
will surely dismiss him."

You sorrowful creatures
who can't make connections
but cower in fear with your
petty protections.

Let lizards win then
and be happy with crumbs,
your apathy will unseat you
and all your loved ones.

Shorin' up the Capital

The morning sun is gleaming
and shining on my face.
The jobs are overseas now...
it's a National disgrace.

Two pennies rubbed together
does not produce two shoes.
Tell that to Nike and Coach
who haven't paid their dues.

Or what about the networks
and their golden TV shills,
with hard gut wrenching stories
of the hard pressed country's ills.

Coupons here, coupons there...
here's how the Kardashians
comb their hair.

The bedouins always follow
the camels unquenched thirst.
The tents of greed they carry
shows their gloating wurst.

Capitalist pigs and pork-bellies
a dining of the past,
a revolution's coming...
the spoils of their repast.