What kind of Shazam!?

21 Oct

What kind of Algo Rhythm could set things right?

What would some sort of Hocus Pocus reveal?

What kind of Shazam!?

Can turn a boy into a man?

It used to be that the truth was the truth

but now there is a spin and a spit and a polish

to every shoe that drops

and besides…

Lies are so much more entertaining

unless they are about you

What kind of Uber Soft Sock Socket could reassure?

What Airbnb could find some room for someone

such as you, all tangled up in your choice

Is there a code, a sign, a fine you could pay

To get the tweets to fall silent

What kind of Shazam!?

could usher in a new world?

so we could leave this crummy old place

for which we long ago lost the keys

I like beginnings

20 Oct

I like beginnings far more

than I do endings

Beginnings are full of promise

and sometimes I worry I may be late

for the beginning

and find myself at the end

instead

Beginnings cannot be repeated

and I think we all know how tedious it is

when we try to begin again and again

I like beginnings because

all is equal and clean and pure

nobody gets to brag

nobody gets to feel sorry for themselves

for we have just begun

we have made our move

and the next one won’t be quite as much fun

as the last one

as the entropy sets in

and the world winds down

I sure do hate endings

don’t you?

 

A new kind of body

19 Oct

What if I had a new kind of body?

one that was just what it is

and my body and your body

was nobody’s business

but our own

a body that might not be up to the task

but would do it’s best

and that would be enough

a body that shared itself

when invited

and extended invitations itself

openly and happily

with no strings attached

and no judgements given

wouldn’t that be a great body to have?

Imaginary Problems

19 Oct

Imaginary problems

and invisible injuries

can cause real pain

and prevent us from seeing

the truth

We all do so much more damage

to ourselves

with our own two hands

than by all the knifes, guns, and hammers

wielded by all the fictional villains which

haunt us

needlessly, foolishly

we torture ourselves

over things that never actually happened

but were only imagined

Let us wake up to the truth

of the flawed but nevertheless beautiful

person

that we actually are

Well what do you know?

18 Oct

Well what do you know?

I just beat Old King Cole

over the head with a Tootsie Roll

I took Old Mother Hubbard

on a trip to Nantucket

where we ate all the oysters we could stand

Well what do you know?

I spent last Monday sittin’ on a stump

with a plump little rabbit

and a cranky crow

Sometimes I just wish I could wander

eat my crackers and stare at the girls

like the dirty old man I am

but well what do you know?

gotta go out into the world and make a buck

dreaming of what I could squeeze

and what I might suck

or who I might beat with a Tootsie Roll

Would you look at that?

18 Oct

Would you look at that?

She has a tattoo of a butterfly just

below her pelvic dimples

Bursting out fresh and new

at the crack of dawn

Would you look at that?

a bus that looks like a boat

cruising around a beach

that is filled with streets

not a proper beach at all

Would you look at that?

each moment a perfect picture

of a particularness of purpose

put together to tell me

it isn’t serious

Would you look at that?

The murder that changed everything

17 Oct

I had thought it would only get better

I looked forward to growing up into a world

where anything could happen

I might live on Mars one day, I thought

but this before the murder

that changed everything

That murder told us our dreams were foolish

only violence really made sense of the world

everyone for his or her self

the ends justifies the means every time

All the smart people are conservatives

who know better than to think the world can ever

anything more than it is

Liberals became silly outcasts

which no one except other liberals took seriously

Before that murder though

Peace seemed like a genuine possibility

but sometimes my memory plays tricks

did we only have a movie star for a President

and that murder was acted out on a sound stage

in Hollywood?

some kind of sick joke played

upon the children of America?

All I know is that that murder

changed everything

A healing touch

17 Oct

I can’t think of a single person

who is not in need of a healing touch

a comforting embrace

a tender kiss

Bodies need bodies to become whole

We need to press against each other

penetrate one another

become one another if we

ever hope to escape this notion

that each of us is alone

A healing touch can communicate

in a way words can never hope to do

the poem won’t do it

I wish I could hold you close

and caress your face

a tender kiss

now that!

would be a proper poem

If only we knew each other better

16 Oct

If only we knew each other better

I wouldn’t have to wear this annoying mask

and just speak my mind without fear

of retribution or just a casual rejection

If only we knew each other better

we could embrace each other with abandon

and know that no matter what the revelation

we would never abandon the other

But do any two people ever know each other

that well?

that perfectly?

so that nothing can ever cause a falling out?

There is always more to know

and the suspicion of something held back

of a mask still worn

never really goes away

You think you know each other really well

then one day you may find you know each other

hardly at all

Knowing is an endless drop into a

bottomless well

full of surprises

here ye be dragons

so I will end this poem with this thought

Knowledge is not what makes for love

Just the moment of being together

With no instructions for use required

 

Hymn to Ebola

15 Oct

Oh Great Ravisher!

Turning my own body against me

Nature’s own terrorist

The worst humanitarian disaster of modern times

or so Ebola would have us believe

The spilling of blood leads to more spilling of blood

Why can’t we ever understand?

Ebola is the natural result of

an Endless Rampage

To have Ebola is to run amok

until whole nations are nations of zombies

or so Ebola would have us believe

Oh Great Deceiver!

Although my body has been destroyed

Yet I live!

In ways that a terrorist contagion can never defeat

My spirit cannot be contained

In blood

Your efforts, Oh Great Monster!

are in vain

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