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.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

O, I'm sorry!

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I know you have a lot
going on, distractions
and all, friend’s opinions
group dominions and
how you are perceived
by others, but I believe
there’s an existential
crisis going on? here
on your planet? A big
fucking deal threatening
not just you but everything
else to? Which part of
this did you miss?

Monday, July 29, 2019

This Other Man










This Other man is ruining everything
he claims he will make America great again
forgetting the actual greatness such as it was
and why we went to war half a century ago
and why we are a melting pot of the people
(where all the scum rises to the top).
This Other man is the bad influence your
assistant principal warned you about
the devil some overly enthusiastic preacher
railed on about, the worst nightmare you
ever had.......or will have.
This Other man is without respect for women
he views as objects, his type or not.
This Other man degrades all he touches, or not
with tiny hands and even a smaller mind
a very small brain and bad genes as well.
This Other man sucks, he sucks the life out of
children seeking safety and parents' dreams.
This Other man soils the Constitution and wraps
his sorry body in the flag leaving stains
no whitener nor bribe could remove.
This Other man makes us sick as he plunders
the planet with ugly enablers you wouldn't
introduce to your worst enemy because
HE is your worst enemy, in case you didn't know
This Other man isn't a man at all, he is a child yes
but also he is the actual Other you've heard of
that which we bitterly oppose, are repulsed by
and wish to banish, in fact vanish from government
and memory, disappear him in every way
imaginable. Away. Away. Away. Away.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Climate Crime Theater














There's a Climate Crime in
progress, the players
rolls reversed standing
upon wrong marks like
Protectors as Perpetrators
Villains as Extras or
Stagehands stranded among
fallen props, the murdered
Trees and Broken Nests
sullen faced and guarded
by 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 in need of real
first responders of all ages
all races and relations acting
out a new script instead of
The End.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

A Word to the Management




"Every artist feels himself at odds with modern civilization. In our age, the mere making of a work of art is itself a political act. So long as artists exist, making what they please and think they ought to make, even if it is not terribly good, even if it appeals to only a handful of people, they remind the Management of something managers need to be reminded of, namely, that the managed are people with faces, not anonymous numbers.."  -W. H. Auden

Friday, January 11, 2019

Cat People




















Granny Glime the animal whisperer
her grand nephew the Greenwich Village
artist who painted only cats, except for
the occasional abstract butterfly, then
us, the various progeny, all cat people
tolerating the occasional dog or two
just by happenstance, the same fate
or synchronicity bringing felines into
line with untold worried rodents and
the late night yowling out back hot
New York summer nights and the fights!
Uncle Don knew alley cats the likes
of which would take out rats the size
of breadboxes and who would watch
passersby with highly wary eyes like
those who haunt Dyckman House out
back Inwood by the smokehouse overshadowed
by neighboring buildings and time's
eternal churning where cats are known
to prowl all the way back to some
whisperer who set it all in place, cats
and the human race.

Sunday, January 06, 2019

Fake









The truth of the lies
often meets the eyes
observing from disgust
of the fabricator's fatal
flaw, fiction's flimsy crusts
over what goes around
coming around hypocrisy
is just fake news real and
he fatally just looks in a
mirror what does he see
in the eye of the beholder
not anything older than
the end of history that 
never really ends 'til the
last historian dies
and all the lies left
fall into the cleft
the funnel of
the bereft
it's over
the end


Friday, September 21, 2018

Water
















“This is a tough hurricane, one of the wettest we’ve ever seen from the standpoint of water,”
             
                                                                                              - The Mad King

I know Water, I've worked with Water,
Water was a friend of mine, Sir, you are
no Water, and you have no standpoint as
you are sinking, sinking under waves of
your own making, sinking into the septic
of your wasted words and deeds, your
liquidation of life preserving policy and
that rising tide lifting all boats, there are
no floats for you to grasp in your descent,
no mammals coming to the rescue only
hungry sharks smelling blood in the
flood you made worse with your sorry-ass
reactions, your paper towels and self
promotion. Sir, you are no Water and
you have no standing in this court of
public opinion nor do your minions who
are deserting your sinking ship of state,
it's too late, the dye is cast, you will
soon be in the past.