Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Monday, May 29, 2017

A Little Rebellion Now & Then















The worst of men tells us
when to call upon the best
to stand up/fight back and
put up with all the rest
Let's be clear and say it
here so none of us forget:
"The ruling class can
kiss my ass", we say
with no regret.



- d.o. for Daniel Shays
Memorial Day 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

Control Alt Delete













Do not think for a moment
 you can control me friend
or foe whomever you be
from active group or
society where power seems
a commodity among those
thinking they are free to
manipulate acquaintances
much less me, you see
I was born a rebel near the city
where awareness ruled the day
and while a few mistakes learned
along the way were helpful
this soul is hardwired to
avoid your every move
come what may. Away,
away.

Monday, May 08, 2017

Climate Crime Theater












There's a Climate Crime in
progress, the players
rolls reversed standing
upon wrong marks like
Protectors as Perpetrators
Villians as Extras or
Stagehands stranded among
fallen props, the murdered
Trees and Broken Nests
sullen faced and guarded
by Useful Idiots in uniform
uninformed bad actors and
the State of chaos, of lights
going out, curtains falling and
the Audience arriving late or
never showing up at all to
witness or read a program
making little sense of what's
beyond the fence, the Forest
killed off in the first act
the finale fully revealed
from the start and the
backers, the producers and
directors staging other shows,
failures all, off stage
in other theaters of
operation in a nation of
contagion played out
lights out.
doors closed.
locked down.
silent.
The End.

               - Otis State Forest, MA  2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Mad King
















The Mad King
will have us sing
his remove and
everything he
had done under the Sun.
The Mad King
caused such pain
and laughter feign
his sorry reign
did not remain
enough to gain
any real place in history
in herstory or
anywhere really
except tales told around
campfires burning late
into the night.
Remember The Mad King?
that fucking nasty thing
and those who gave him space
that crazy mad race
over the cliff
no more, at last
into your face.
Remember The Mad King?
What a sad disgrace.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

shaysites
















we prefer a lower case
not lording it over the rest
of us, the land and dwellers
who’ve no use for fancy dress
or the rest, the useless mess
the grand gestures cloaked
in lies and edicts from owners
of too much or too little regard
for others and the water, these
trees always green, always
filtering harsh light and the
fight for a fair day where no
taxing trials will undo us or
the rest of it, the ways we go
without your disregard,
be warned. 

                         - d.o.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

All The President’s Lies














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“Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.”   - John Adams
                                                                                                   

Mirrors turn you left to right when
the morning finds you wishing, when
the news is not in keeping with
the picture you have fixed firmly
to the surface, the false wall in the hall
the gold plated plaque in the back
of every idea that occurs to you
the news that argues with you too
is not true to you, out of your order
little dirty people cluttering up your
lobby dressed poorly and sorely in
need of punishment, replacement
a few words will do from you to
put them in their place, out of
your race, your face in the mirror
not quite right but certainly grand
and terribly in charge, you think.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

The Cabinet



















This cabinet, it's come unhinged
it's come off the wall and
all it contains is spoiled
soiled and without usefulness
each and every remedy's
expired, dated as bloodletting
as wolfbane by windows or the
broken mirror we can
not see them in, the
contents being not content
with their directions for
use, the warnings are clear:
keep out of reach of children
children who will have to clean
up after them, after the doctor
wakes them and sends them
out into the troubled world
the bizarre, the flashing lights
and carnival screams. Close the
door, bar the door, place your
body against the door, and
the doctor? Put him away
as well.

                        - d.o. 1/27/17