Petrified zombies march
past displays of potato starch
Onlookers stop to gape
at what’s depicted on their capes
The clue connecting all this
floats upside down in the abyss
It’s not that we are judging
But we cannot help but notice
Narrow responses from fellow souls
Which now no longer impact us
And so simply by exhaling
We turn the page of life
07-June-2023
Shrug and move on, forgive, they say
Earth roles keep rotating
Be to become, a joy sun ray
God’s light scintillating
Love alone is, know this
Not the ego spawned hiss
Reclaim now, love-light-bliss
Our pain has gone
Shrug and move on
26-January-2022
Quietus
From the lips of a saint
Escaped innocence-reducing ‘’,
As he sought to clearly paint
A scene of Twisted Luck:
A doubly exploded truck
Some bandits had brazenly struck…
From the lips of a saint
The sometimes hair-raising ‘’.
That would sparkling innocence taint;
Does it matter bandits had struck
To leave a once-alive, a dead duck?
In Holy Circles A Verbal Non -Restramt
And ever unwelcome spiritual constraint
From the lips of a saint
Mainly ‘Christ ‘we should pluck
Not the more- stinking- than –muck.
take it easy folks
expletives hurt more than knives
the hermit yet laughs
29-June-2021
The universe will simply shrug
Bullets fly, wars be waged
People die, ‘pon worlds stage
Hopes and ambitions
Faith and traditions
Cold hard facts
And simple superstitions
All no more than
Wishful visions
All the world’s fine institutions
Despite man’s resolutions
In the end will be
Doomed to fade away
And the universe… will simply shrug
And go on about It’s way
62 words
A little tic, he’s crazy
Lunatic
Raving on destruction
Lunatalk
Oily black plumage
Greasy black eyes
Blurry with delusion
Dreary dark disguise
He cocks his head just so
so he can see your soul
and then he
SCREAMS IN YOUR FACE.
calms down to an embrace
of a little tic; he’s crazy.
Lunatic.
It's war he wages
thumbing pages
of your autobiography
stark raving mad
mumbling something about
dreams so sad
and shattered, shattered, shattered
SHATTERED DREAMS!
in smithereens
he screams.
Then as he preens,
it’s destruction in his mumbling
your fumbling world is crumbling
he raves…
Lunatalk.
He’s crazy.
08/31/15
don't know or don't care
raise shoulders and then lower
show does not matter
Told my friend my trouble,
Not a word did he say,
Merely a shrug,
And on his beer a chug...
Why did I bother?
No one seems to care,
My baby's left me...
And I have no clue,
As to where...
A hole torn in my heart
And I don't know why,
Was this a love,
Doomed from the start?
Enjoy your beer,
My worthless friend
And after time grants me
A chance to mend...
You will no longer be
A friend of mine,
For like my girl
You do define
The meaning of indifference,
Casual, stylish hurt
And if, in the future,
My words grow curt
Go chug a beer,
And shrug it off,
And if you sneeze,
Or if you cough,
My concern is gone,
Dissipated by insincere
responses,
To my concerns,
So if you feel you need
a friend,
Remember, on me,
You can no longer depend.
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