#127 The Red and the Blue

In this land

There were two clans it was said

One was blue from top to bottom

The other from bottom to top was red

Each look at the other

One brushing blue fur

The other combing red

Covered with fur they were

From their toes to their head

The Red

Wet the bed

You can’t believe a thing they said

They aren’t a bit right in the head

So said the Blue

And according to Red:

The Blue

Sniff the glue

Don’t have a clue

And their women are shrew

They’ve had disagreements

They’ve had fights

They’ve had wars

Over their color’s rights

At last, the leader of Red

Who was named Fred

Got together with Bobby-Sue

The head of Blue

They bickered and ranted

Then ate and decanted

Drinking a wicked brew of the North

Then things got hazy

Some say a little crazy

Between Red Fred and Bobby-Sue Blue

After that day

Things were strangely better

Blue and Red thought each other might be OK

They held festivals and ate dinner

Had contests where everyone was a winner

And everyone had to give a little

All got to have some of their way

Happiness came to Fred and Bobby-Sue too

They moved in together

And had a polka dotted daughter

Colored both red, and blue

Named Freddy-Sue

#126 Revolution!

I’m rioting in the streets

For something to eat

I’m the disenfranchised

The underutilized

The underclass

To the upperclass

I’m the one

That will bite them

In their collective ass

Someday

Soon

The 90 percent

Will wise up

That the 10 percent

Who run this country

And own this country

Are a bit outnumbered

That will be the day of reckoning

The French Revolution will have been nothing

Compared to this

My country, 'tis of thee

Sweet land I rape for free

I inherited my father’s bling

This mighty sigil ring

That which you must kiss

Rise up brothers and sisters

Throw off the yoke of your media inspired perceptions

And stop fighting amongst ourselves

A people divided

Are a people who are no threat

To those in power

Let’s own this bitch of a country

#125 Goes Out Out Out

I walk

As Carl Sagan once did

Out upon the stars

In my dreams

I float weightlessly

I roam aimlessly

But always making time

Away from the core

Bodies that have no name

Phenomena some would kill to see

I can’t define it

I only divine it

With my eyes

And the solar winds upon my cheek

All the galaxies ablaze at my back

I go ever outward

Things getting sparser

The void lonelier

Until, sometime

Somewhere

After tripping on countless comets

Wading in every nebulae I could find

I reach the end

There is nothing

As far as the eye can see

It doesn’t end

Like some Looney Tunes Cartoon

And fade to white

And off the page

It’s just void

It sucks at my self

It blurs my soul

It strips me of name

It erases face

All hope is as gone

As the galaxies I’ve left behind

And I long for now

Continuing on

Although motion is meaningless now

I search for a spark

Or a darkness

That sticks out

And speaks of something

Or someone

Who also was so foolish

As to venture

So far

To here

This nothing

Place

#124 Is A Humble Servant

The jar was clearly marked

“To be checked

And adjusted

Upon Installation”

So really this abomination

Can’t be

Shouldn’t be

Blamed on me

I’m just a gopher

I do what I’m told

Master tells me to get a brain

And that’s what I do

He didn’t say what kind

What color

What temperament

He didn’t even say thank you

And when everything goes haywire

Who get’s blamed?

That’s right, me

Who only threw the switches

And picked out the brain

-Diary of a Hunchback, pg 172-

#123 Remembers a Cliche Place

This modern life of mine

Doesn't follow the plan

Of careful reason and rhyme

That I had all worked out back in the van

In my van down by the river

It's where I went to think

The water moved on by swiftly

And you could almost stand the stink

That van was up on blocks

Never to move again

I try not to think of what became of it

Although I think I see it every now and then

I drank my first beer

Sitting on a couch inside

When my old man wanted to whip me

It's where I went to hide

When I was fourteen

It's where I touched my first breast

Funny how I can't remember her name

That old red van

Told stories as it can

Of weeds and trees and bumble bees

Holding me in the sway of it's hand

I had no doubt of it's sincerity

For with the places it surely had been

It had the true lay of the land

Then one day

Now I remember

And it's like it happened yesterday

I came down the hill

To find it afire

All I could do is sit and cry

As my clubhouse

My hideout

My safe place

Burned itself out

So when that old line

About the "van down by the river"

Passes someone's lips

I smile

And I think of what a wonderful place

It used to be

#122 Hears Confession

Bless me father for I have sinned

Haven’t we all

And hasn’t it been a ball?

What else would I have done with my time

It’s been about 24 years since my last confession

Wow, that’s a long time

You must have a long list

But I’ve got awhile till I have to go

I’ve developed this bad habit

Oh god, here we go

It’s either going to be something totally banal

Or something so sick

I’ll have nightmares for a week

Of chewing my nails

Oh, say, that’s not so bad

Maybe I can sneak a quick look at my cell phone

Pass the time a little better

It cuts up my mouth real bad you see

Wait, what?

What the hell is he talking about

My nails never do that

I mean did that, I don’t chew my nails I swear

And then when I swallow them, I have to go the hospital to get them out

Ok, see what I mean?

Nightmares for a week of this one

I should hang out a sign

“No freaks please”

What should I do father?

One Rosary

And two acts of contrition my son

Ominous, Dominous

Let me the heck out of here

#121 Eyes May 21 On the Calendar

There’s been a revision!

I’m here to tell

On May 21

The good will go to heaven

The rest of us to hell

Hell on earth

To be exact

Some sort of war

Don’t look at me funny, it’s a fact

Harold Camping told me so

He also told me

The world would end in 1994

So I guess I’ll wait and see

If bunches of people

Are suddenly sucked up into heaven

On that day in May

I’ll have to stock up at the Seven Eleven

I’ll need supplies to last until October

That’s when the world ends for the rest of us

I’ll have Slurpees, and hot dogs aplenty

In the supply chest of my survival bus

You’re welcome to come along

Here, grab a weapon

I’ve got plenty to go around

Just watch where you are steppin’

Lots of chickens over here

Some sheep over there

Have to be ready for anything

So sit down, grab a chair

On second thought though, whether Camping is right or wrong

I think I’ll hold off on anything rash

I’m thinking my energies and money might be better served

In planning an End of The World Bash

You are all invited

May 21, 2011

See you there!