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

Bigly

Is your Big Government

bad as Big Oil or a 

big boy or big bully

pushing you into the locker

dark and confining where

all your whining echos back

bigly as your classmates 

pass by outside chattering

loudly about mindless text

or something red, white and

blue coming to you from

our sponsors or big orange

monsters bloviating bullshit

as brotherhood dwindles and

sisters are sequestered, confined

yet again by gold plated sin.

Big Oil trumps Big Government

or it is, big boys barely cognizant as

big pictures fall from the wall

you're still in the hall, in the

locker as the Doctor jiggles the

latch. Got a match?

Let's light this thing up

it's big and corrupt

break open the lockers

take out the stoppers

and get all abrupt, it's

what we do out here

we overcome fear.

             - d.o.  January 20, 2017

The New New Year Fear

 

Recall the Puritan progeny,
the god-blessed money tree?
Now all pretense of righteousness
gone up in smoke, emissions for
The Machine of very bad dreams.

The new calendar of your devices
says 2017, the scene is not serene
it's mean and it seems the angry fist
is shaking in your face otherwise, the
dark motorcade still passing bodies slumped
in even more doorways, under more
crumbling bridges, babies still in trash cans,
unnatural disasters mounting the screens
and he who would be king, gold plated,
phoney as a three dollar bill, fake and
on the take, holding court with the worst and
 your best interests in contempt, by the neck,
staked decks and a knockoff disaster sequel,
bloodful, dreadful, and yes, deplorable
spills off the screen into your scream.

Still the homeland shelters wait
only for the great and fate, but
we know where the hiding is,
we live out here after all
and for now.........we wait.

                             - d.o.  1/1/17