Dysfunctional Paradigm 

Dissonance of the cognitive sort plagues the American front

Wrapped in cocoon of lies and calcified minds, water is the source of life

Toxic food and bandied wars, kill all for want of nothing

Fiat flowers wilt souls and bend backs of masses untold

Stooge seems like, genius may be, takes the reigns in the late teens

Hegemonic rulers of a world gone mad, lose control 

War is sought and clandestinely fought for with all they have

Globally conscious outnumber the lost, the puppets of yore

What comes next has never come before, beauty and peace,

Are at least within our reach if we get past the greed that has become a leech

To world seen as nothing more than piƱata of money to be plucked

And reaved as corporations rape it’s life, it’s nature and leave

Far less, like a virus, becoming infested and leaving divested 

A world uninhabitable by life as is, life cries out for relief

Radioactive isotopes cause grief in deadened oceans 

Mankind in arrogance play with godlike notions




When you find your Tuesday night relief 

Five and four bits, satiation flows in liquid form

A break for the moment, one added to others, who knows what is right?

The one thing you know is Hemingway had it right

Liquid assistance bypasses the self editing fuck

Releases writer from reality, stuck in the ruck

Bartender Karries drinks hither and fro

You met and were attracted so very long ago

Before bartender was what is, freshly twenty-one

You was out of your element and lacking tact, you suggested fun

Fuck this, I don’t wanna write anymore more, pass me my drink, I’m done!



Interaction is timely, alone result is memory

Sending energy, observance of others’ action

Pure and ignorant, an interesting respite from sole sensation 

Welcome change, welcome in doses

Human remembrance as a glorious site walks in

Glances exchanged at bar side 

Ass shaped to perfection, kid in a candyshop

Flirtatious glances, info exchanged

Lied to interaction next…of boyfriend, no, no, no…husband 

Congratulations on your fidelity! -shrugs- moves on

This be my show, my time, my table

None of y’all two face bitches is wanted or needed

The curtain call sounds, the next show is now!