Crystal waters plumping the honeydews
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry collage for the sake
of stirring the melting plot.
The coffers brim
and Scrooge McF swims past inflation,
reaps the rewards of child labor
at camp Whinnie the Pooh with pedophiles and containment lasers,
adds a zero and then again, while CBDC
cabalist coup hides the genesis
of their new technology,
obfuscates the code in block-chain,
snart contract chaser-
in lock-step
and unlocked surveillance,
laser focused,
poker face,
tazered for inconclusive shadow, ban.
As we sell our Sons and Daughters
to a not so brave New World.
Sold at half price for reverse mortgage
and a haptic iPhone holographic massage.
OnlyFans and Tic Tok trends.
Where does it end?
Where the SoyLent is green.
Where the Red Firm Grows.
Categories:
mcf, art,
Form: Free verse
a few years ago
i was walking from my car
to my apartment.
around the corner, i heard a skateboard
and sure enough, skateboy mcf*ckenstein
comes plowing around the corner.
the kid hit a rock or something and
beefed all over the sidewalk.
i approached him, and stated:
"if you vote for george w. bush,
he will molest your children."
now, almost thirty years later,
i am crouched beneath this mildew
enshrined bungalow,
curdling my teaspoons of
tequila.
if only skateboy mcf*ckenstein
had listened.
i don't think he was even old enough to vote.
such is the cruelty of fate.
Categories:
mcf, mythology,
Form: Free verse
Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.
When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching
Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along
and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close
But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment
like I remember
on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know
that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day
Categories:
mcf, allegory, brother, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse