Best Banalities Poems

Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
     you  plunder through life taking no prisoners,
             with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and...

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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires

Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities

Gonadal grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorrhoids hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate postpartum...

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Self, behind the glass, seldom seen in shafts of sun
pondering life’s banalities, as from its gifts, you run....

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Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.

Rather like transcribing often inebriated conversations
within the all-night celebration scenes
of a Republican National Party Convention,

Or, sadly, a Democratic National Party Convention
only maybe about 400 condensed
impacted pages
with the remainder quite...

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My dearest Cordelia: I scribe this letter now to you from domestic port, the embrace of our farewell still entrenched deeply in my mind. The morn is now upon the tranquil bay and the fishing trawlers have left their docks and marinas to seek bounty...

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"Laid Upon Their Alters" 

qhapaq hucha 
it begins at birth
the most precious 
resource of all

we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule 

the capacocha 
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed

heads counted 
to be held high 
as trophies, those played 
and won...

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There was nothing special about her,
She was just a girl;
Average at the naked eye.
Not too pretty,
Not ugly either.
Just a girl.
Nothing really standing out about her.
Nothing except her eyes.
They weren’t any special,
Beautiful,
Kind of color.
Except,
For those very few who knew how to look,
And what to look for.
Beneath...

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What I seek from you can not be found,
Its an overbooked story with an aim too high,
A dream too hopeful to overcome your lie, 
Written in tears meant to salt the ground.

Would be better to un-leave the thought,
In a drawer of old combs and paperclips,
To...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve. Eradication of suits in high beam flush. Akin to Old....

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Descending war pile on my threadbare past or
I’m losing my grace, for the puzzle’s not solved or
My gallant blessing is never done working or
My ideas are like heaviness across blinding sky or
My oasis splashes upon the canvas of wall or
My sunny angels tangle out a...

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An Afternoon Interlude.

It is a quiet afternoon, with the quiet burr of a furiously rotating overhead fan...
This office is empty, fellow workers are all off their posts for their lunch...
There is a bright glare from the sunlight outside, and  oppresive heat threatens...
It is another...

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Paired, With Reservations

The soft curve of her spirit- 
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival?
Regardless it is a shiny death: an...

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A hippopotamus in a tree is never the same as a forty foot sunbathing prawn with sunglasses. For in the eyes of the cool breeze not all can be delivered as speedily as a fish and chip tea on a promenade. So when skipping in...

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Trump 
 A week is a long time in politics it also a long time in an old man`s life 
who knows it can end when he sleeps; I say that and think of suicide 
watching the entertainment on Portuguese TV the utter banalities makes...

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A goodbye long
overdue I bid,
Whispered from a
carcass long picked
bare,
Like screams, across
the desert of the
grotesque heart,
You're sentenced to
an eternity of
despair,

I implore, do not
allow your loathing,
To fill your phial
once marked
"disinterest",
For what manner of
man,
Or beast,
Or spirit,
Could endure such
tantalizing,
transient tortures?

How can I hold brief
what my soul yearns
to keep,
A smile...

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