(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
- Ship of fools, on a cruel sea
Ship of fools, sail away from me
It was later than I thought
When I first believed you
Now I cannot share your laughter
Ship of fools -
Tide so high, the fleet just sails on in
Like at the beach of Normandy
Only now it’s no liberating force
But a farce of laughing mothers
Coming to claim what we now value
So cheaply as to have no worth at all
Wave after wave they come
Laughing all the way
No care for customs, no care for culture
Just here for the hand out
A little anchor in the storm
The storm that rages the whole world round
Let me into your homes
Let me into your schools
Let me into your halls of power
Because they are all mine now too
The whole world together, united
In this ship of fools.
(7/1/26)
Talk is expensive, silence is cheap
Silence is shade, talk is light
Silence is cocktail you silently sip
Drifting away through the night
The car door slams shut, bags carried out
Nobody’s waiting inside
Thunder breaks down striking too loud
Nobody asks how’s your ride
Vapes on the table and TV controls
Flowers and meds there too
An iPad with messages of the missed calls
Suddenly flickers with blue
Evening emerges with pouring rain
Glistening streams patch the air
Darkening sky offers silence to gain
Cheaply, just out of nowhere.
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XX is Female
XY is male
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Health and Fertility
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Muscovy and American Buff hydryds
where talked about.
Sceince would use two turkeys
2 muscovy duck
and two american Buff
to create a new taste.
Lacking the fishyness of goose
the gameyness of wild turkeys, geese and ducks
they looked to solve the evolutionary problem of
making a bird
that is cheap afordable
and willing to reproduce quickly and cheaply
for a public that is willing to buy.
"These species are genetically and taxonomically completely incompatible. Because they belong to different taxonomic groups (turkeys belong to the Galliformes order, while Muscovy ducks belong to Anseriformes), they cannot produce viable offspring"
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Pro. and Mrs. Steymmey and Dillgeldob Whoretense P.H.D.
Truth is heavy.
That is why
only the brave
carry it.
When you speak it,
you stand alone.
Crowds prefer silence.
Silence is safer.
The world is full
of cowards.
So cowards are governed
by fools.
Europe decays.
Africa bleeds.
The earth burns.
And you watch.
Wars are waged
by idiots.
They shout.
You nod.
Children fall
in Ukraine.
In Gaza.
In Congo.
In Sudan.
In Libya.
Their cries rise.
Your courage does not.
When truth is written,
you exile it.
Not to protect peace,
but to please power.
Demons wear titles.
Madmen wear suits.
Merchants of death
call themselves leaders.
Democracy crowns them.
Cowardice keeps them.
Money buys your silence.
Fear signs the contract.
Dignity is sold
cheaply.
Machiavelli knew this:
a state dies
not by enemies,
but by obedient men.
The world burns
while you watch.
Not because you are weak—
but because
you chose
to be
the Coward.
I may not know its name.
Nor its face.
Yet I know
it exists.
Some call it God.
Some say Allah.
Some whisper Yahweh.
Names differ.
The force does not.
A seed is buried.
It dies.
It rises as food.
Is that not grace?
Water flows
from hidden places.
The world drinks
without permission.
Is that not grace?
The earth is cruel.
Yet someone loves you.
Someone listens.
Someone stays.
Is that not grace?
We wound the soil.
We poison the sky.
Still, oxygen forgives us.
Still, bread appears.
Is that not grace?
I do not preach belief.
I teach gratitude.
For gratitude
is the highest prayer.
Life is ignored.
Abused.
Spent cheaply.
Yet it is priceless.
Remember this:
Life is not owed.
It is given.
Every breath
is Divine Grace.
What if they all just shut up
Stopped regurgitating half-digested tripe
Arguing over such complex matters as
Is the Zebra white with black stripes
Or black with white stripes
Does the rain in Spain
Fall mainly on the plain
How much is too much
Does a little really go a long way
Can two really live as cheaply as one
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin
Will a stitch in time really save nine
Why don’t wet birds fly at night
But I digress…
What I meant to say was….
I’ve found that it’s not so inconvenient
To live with eyes closed from time to time
Towards my troubles I'm becoming lenient
In the appalling news I cannot change a line
So it does seem to me counterproductive
If I’d worry if we're cheaply bought and sold
If I sought a remark that eases the distructive
Troubles they send to share with the world
There’s only one thing I keep wondering about
My darling waits for me out in the summer breeze
Since she has gone my days I have to count
I worry whether she will recognize it's me..
Dirty and cheap at the same time.
Like mountains you can die climbing.
Got dirty (didn’t pay much) and still died.
So the mountain outnumbers us.
Someone like me who is cheap.
And likes to cheap out.
Does not possess much.
Except the weird map.
If I get up there.
Like a podium, but it’s too cold.
I would fly into the air.
As the avalanche chases me.
Recklessly eating all the rations.
As if I’m hiding them from my partners.
But no one ever follows me.
And my stingy path.
I got blood from a cut and dirt all over the snow.
Everything like that gets covered up by the Agents.
I could have bought a satellite phone.
Phone, phone, phone…
You can live really cheaply.
Or die just as cheaply.
Get discovered one day.
But it always snows again.
We spend our time on wasted days
And cheaply sell our souls for ways
To cheat the forms of our decline
And stretch the skein of borrowed time
‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7)
(A Sonnet Inspired by Shakespeare)
The Hollow Stage
We slip upon a stage unmade by hands,
as viewers' eyes, like spotlights, burn above.
Our script is scrawled in fusain, as per plans
of carved agonies, most disguised as love.
Our opening verse in screams and gasps for breath,
then crawl through acts of mischief and of pride.
A longing laced libretto until death,
while swapping roles in masks we wear to hide.
The victim dies, the set with danger fraught,
the hero fails, the clown cries on the scene.
Elusive dreams are cheaply sold and bought.
Our exits come abrupt, precise and clean.
We play our parts yet know the truths engage,
that curtains fall and hollow is the stage.
Come one, come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
The most fabulous kitty store in old Arkansas.
We have Animal Twists and Meow Mix too.
Mom and Dad, there are kitties waiting for homes with you.
They are being weighed and petted around.
We’ll sell them to you cheaply, by the pound.
Come one come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
Sugar mice are free, down in old Arkansas
"Monet's paintings are best seen from afar than close up," ... by Poet.
Faraway the figment, like Monet the pigment,
the brother so gallant, how he flaunts his talent,
he paints at a farness, like a horse to harness.
On art, less than tasteful, funds spent a bit wasteful,
hence, see he a crackpot, three prunes be his jackpot.
The other, quill--fountain--built a tidy mountain,
first bees in a bonnet when he wrote a sonnet,
then that which was timeless 'twas wrote poems rhymeless.
Mom gave, 'twas none cheaply, had pockets dug deeply,
both brothers did cherish, their sinful ways perish.
Mom was not devious, planned she thought previous.
saw her boys sinister, she aimed to minister,
The Word generated, the cloth, venerated.
Conformed beautifully, her sons dutifully,
tale of our brotherhood, as she vowed motherhood.
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time
There once was a sickly blue jay named blue
He was struggling with the dreaded bird flu
He loved to dance and sing
And a crowd it would bring
Until he " achoo-ed", his fans then flew
There once was a picky beaver named Bob
Always searching to find the perfect log
Chewed many trees as he could,
Toppled piles of rotted wood
Until the huge wood pile dried up his bog
Fred adopted a new cat to kill mice
And thought new cat mouser Sam would suffice
When the first mouse appeared
He saw Sam run off scared
Then he knew why Sam was so cheaply priced
Leroy was a young owl who could not hoot
Luckily he was talented and cute
But at nighttime his new song
Sounded whimsically wrong
When he resorted to playing a flute
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