Monday, November 19, 2018

Rounding Third?

Whose base shall
march off galumphant
into an odious
winter of discontent?

Shall the spoil
of an edgy victory
stay the vanquished or
cheer the oppressor?

If there shall be doubt
allay that now or
all shall rueful be
who held their peace.

Time it is to use the force--
Luke 11:6

Sunday, October 14, 2018

A Reconnoitering

The lost can be found again
when narrow steps are taken--
lest space each-to-each grow wider.

The hurried, not the plodding
shall have his purpose overturned--
and space each-to-each grow wider.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Triple Thread

It wasn't your mother's blossomy trail
LGBQT then just tiles you'd dread
Not squaring smartly on the pink, the red--
The blues worth less than a get out of jail.

It wasn't as grand then the wet bloody strip
For winners, for losers, for living, for dead
The raisers, the folders, those to be wed--
They're parked forever a memory's blip.

It wasn't your UT Longhorns of today
Charlie clocked there with a roll of the die
Killing born and unborn while perched on high--
Amen! Amen! Amen! "Carry!" you say.

Three jaunts taken to three hardscrabble roads--
Summering still in simmering abodes.

Monday, August 20, 2018


If you are among the millions (billions?) of people around the world that have a sense that although the 21st Century Limited has jumped its tracks and is heading into the abyss; and that although you feel betrayed, confused, anxious, somewhat sickened, you are not without hope of your continued relative success; and that you and yours, somehow, will survive a global cataclysm the foreshadowing of which is obvious to anyone capable and desirous of submitting themselves to being honest.

Surely, it’s a good thing that even without any evidence to support your unflappable faith in your future that you yet have a gut feeling that you will somehow slip past this historical period of uncontrollable climatic change and natural despoliation, of globally destructive, regressive and divisive political insanity, of unrelenting greed, of rampant selfishness, of incessant hatred, fear, and jealousy of each other: a universal disorder.

I certainly hope that you’re right to remain stoically uninvolved. I also hope that this does not cause the coming catastrophe to arrive even sooner than it would have otherwise. I wish I could count on you to do what needs to be done, that is, to get truly involved in your one and only lives, truly in touch with yourselves, but without any evidence to the contrary, my gut feeling is that most of you will do what you have always done.

So sad.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Orange Is The New Orange

The Mueller investigation into the dastardly deeds perpetrated by Donald John Trump, and the schemes of his cadre of sycophants to bulldoze the American Dream is now slouching toward what will be, hopefully, an American Renaissance.

By the time this trial is finally over we will all have been thoroughly slimed by this shameful, disorienting, and often terrifying episode in the annals of American history. Nobody has escaped the damage caused by this unscrupulous plutocrat whose guilt-ridden administration has sought to demolish generations of painful, slow progress toward world peace, brotherhood, and has delayed further implementation of efforts to end poverty, inequality, domestic violence, and ignorance; the myriad of problems facing tens of millions of law-abiding citizens that have been relegated to the dust bin by a self-absorbed, self-interested President and a cowardly, incompetent Congress.

Even had Trump not acted as a traitor to his country before the world's cameras in Helsinki, as an abuser of power in Washington, as a personally reprehensible, and abusive actor in his relationships with women and minorities everywhere . . . even if he was not egotistical, narcissistic, dictatorial, and criminally negligent in his financial dealings, is this derelict man in anyway whatsoever capable to lead America and the world into the future?

The jury will not be out for long.


Saturday, June 16, 2018

June's Busted Out All Over

Trump’s Old White Nutjobs
versus COUNTRY values

Good Golly, Miss Molly, but ain’t
the Silly Season been blossomin'!
Be damned Liberty’s blind lyin’ eyes!

Peckerwoods been peckin’ out orders to
seal the Grand Kanoodler’s leakin’!
Be damned Liberty’s blind lyin’ eyes!

So let’s all have a jolly good collude
with the Devil we're lovin'!
Be damned Liberty’s blind lyin’ eyes!

Friday, May 11, 2018

My Camelot Moment

It's May! It's May! The Lovely Month of May!

Generally speaking, I would describe myself as "cautiously pessimistic" regarding the "human condition", rather than outright pessimistic. I think this came about because an agreeable combination of good luck, easy living, and a moderate temperament has served me well enough to grant me more happiness than grief. (Not that there haven't been some deep valleys between these green hills of earth at times). No slopes, thus far, slippery or perilous enough to have me choose to become an angry loner or an overly disappointed curmudgeon, because of the good hand life has dealt me. So, relative to many people, I suspect that I have little, or nothing, to complain about. Perhaps, I simply choose to be happy by thinking less, feeling less, and doing less.

As long as my run of luck holds out, I’ll be fine. It’s a crapshoot, though, and I don't recommend this way of surviving to those who can’t deal with accepting the inevitable (that shit will happen) as well as I can.

Pass/Don’t Pass, but ante up.