What if our planet is sentient
In ways we don’t understand
And we by out actions have
Upset events it had planned,
Brought forward change
By hacking down the trees,
And Interfering in many ways
That just didn't please.
On a body the size of a planet
We are just like irritant fleas,
Or maybe to be considered
As an invasive skin disease.
Perhaps a period of vulcanism
Would quickly clean the skin
Clearing any infestation
Allow new things to begin.
First came grass and weeds,
Followed by spreadIng trees,
Skies full of returning birds
Flitting insects, droning bees.
Animals occupied
Ruins left by man
Earth slowly returned
To its interrupted plan.
Soon the shreds of
Plastic waste
Being Man’s only
Lasting trace.
In a very short time
Mankind had gone
Earth had shrugged
And just carried on
Perhaps the next infestation
Would be more compliant
To the wants and needs of
Its benevolent host giant.
A minuscule spot of dust
In a universe so vast
Without concern for any
Concepts of future or past.
Leather Chair
My leather chair shakes every time
pus-filled spots develop on
her back.To cheer Mrs Intimacy up (she wed my
old clock last spring. It was quite a good wedding, but it
was too long and I had to
sit – no slouch – at the end of
the warm hallway!) I spoil her with
all the compliments I can think of, and
all the
compliments she can handle to
make feel better one whom can’t
treat their skin disease.
Dear God, May all cardinals be red
May the pope be Catholic
Bless bishops and their pointy heads
May their coffee come in cups
Filled to the brim with liquid
Caffeine free until Thy kingdom comes
Until the end of time or sooner
May Thy will be done, Amen
Dear God, keep us free from sin
From Kardasians,
(perhaps a skin disease?)
Please protect us from the sleazy
From carbonated drinks with bubbles
And all other troubles as seen on TV
If it be your will dear Lord
May I have a Vorpal sword
The one that goes snicker-snack
To slay the evil dragon Jabberwocky
Dead or even deader than that
For ever and ever more, Amen
MODEL PROBLEMS
I can't ing stand myself
because I've joined a self-loathing click
were we stand around and smoke cigarettes
talking about how lucky we are to be models
though we are so fat and ugly.
I am really depressed,
like douse yourself in kerosene
depressed and go to a Korean
barbecue and ask for a lighter.
I don't got much personality
because I always have a cigarette
in my mouth, it keeps me from eating
and pretending to be interested in human rights
humans don't have rights, especially the ugly ones
and the poor ugly ones don't have anything
except, some infectious skin disease
which is why fashion models refuse
to do charity work or be on CNN or wear fashion mask.
Bugger off Shingles!
Go away fleas! I don't need
Itchy skin disease!
Dirty and helpless,
You found me.
Wandering and homeless,
You became my home.
Cold and shivering,
You gathered me.
You built me a city strong than Rome,
Feared and avoided like a skin disease.
Thirsty and hungry,
You took me in.
And made me the dolphin, you the sea.
Standing a lone like a desert tree,
Swaying and bending to the passing winds.
You let me rode over your spreading wing,
Far we went ,you still carried me.
Tired you became, you moved on your knees,
And I on your back I grew to be free.
My heart, your room you paid your fee,
From your pain I made you this golden key,
But for your callused feet, I will be the shoe.