Yin Yang (improvisational poem)

Pax Americana

A Dead Kennedy last words

Facing a hidden firing squad

Blow the head off head of state

High caliber Democracy

Pax Americana

Peace by pistol held to the head 

America holds the world hostage

Pax Americana

Yin Yang (improvisational poem)

Walk through an odd human zoo

Monstrous emotional maniacs

Growl and prowl around post modern cages

Demure suburban dilletantes send blase' signals to a wishy washy world

Wild versus mild play fight like dancing queens

Opposites attract and make babies

Yin and yang

Swirls and pulsates

A galaxy lives in a tea cup

Inhale exhale

Sweet and sour

Juxtaposition

Served over fried rice......

Big Back yard

Say Momma

you gotta big back yard

Can I frolic in your well tended grass

Can I shake your fruit tree

Make it rain mangos

Sweet and tangy

You know you gotta big back yard

Let me ride your see saw

up and down

up and down

I'm sayin doe momma

You gotta big back yard

Your garden is fertile

Can I stay awhile?

Social Distance or Dont stand so close to me

Don't stand

Don't stand so

Don't stand so close to me

Inside a personal fortress of solitude

Basking in the light of smart phones

Church for one blessings under breath

The distance measured by space times intimacy

Needy human beings estranged from touch

Flesh tone planets adjust to solitary eclipses

Never meeting watching each other from hidden vantage points

In careful orbits

Alone in a time of virus blowing kisses

hugging the wind...

("Don't stand so close to me" a verse taken from the rock group the Police)

Soul-diers (Soldiers)

Soul-diers invade personal space

My inner cosmos

Inner thoughts

Echo deep in the chasm of time

Verbs in reverb

vibrate bodies

Human tuning forks eat salty sound waves

Sound off in military cadence

Left right left

Combat boots stomp in unison

Christian soul-diers

Dangerous dance partners

In a war time waltz

spitting razor blades at obscenities yelled from the cheap seats

Cannon fodder with government names

fertilize recent battlefields

Bones turn into blossoms....

The Cripple Nipple

Welcome to the Cripple Nipple

The titty is tough but the milk is sweet

Its okay to freak to the beat

We open 8 days a week

Find what you seek at the Cripple Nipple

Come get a taste we will put it in yo face

While chicken heads P-pop to the base

Jitterbugs in tank tops and cut off dungarees

work out their aggression body rockin

Masculine metrosexuals work that sucka to death

making the dance floor sweat

Lets rendezvous under the shimmering disco ball

at zero hour intoxicated by the sub woofers power

press yo flesh against mine

At the Cripple Nipple

Get High

Get High

Snort endorphins

nose bleeding

due to high altitude

Alter your attitude

Get High

Needle pop adrenaline

Pump jet fuel into arteries

Turning mental midgets into chemical giants

Get High

Herion heroes take a bow

In dirty clothes performing encores

With a 50 dollar jones

Get High

On yourself

Roll up wealth

Puff and pass

The image in the looking glass....

Basquiat in New York

Nappy genius

Dirty virgin eyes seek oil paint absolution

Inspiration sleeps on the number 2 train.

A muse discovered among discarded human beings euthanized

Arranged haphazardly.

Wild brush strokes animate American aliens in the primordial colors

of Time Square.

Taste the flavor of the suns dying light, falling into the East River.

Captured on canvas

A nappy genius weeps.

Jean Michel Basquiat sleeps....

America the Butt Naked

The Emperor has no clothes

Butt a#ss naked

Naked aggression

Naked capitalism

Naked power

Show your a*ss in Afganistan

Went stark naked on the Taliban

Show your a*ss in Iraq, went Terminator

"I'll be back"

War is gun pornography

Naked to the world

Privates covered with fig leaf G.I. Joes

Protect nudity with extreme predjudice..

Uncle Sam marches on in a thong

Stretch marks run from South America to Viet-cong

America the Butt-Naked....

Concrete City

Poured concrete form temporary monuments

hardened temples to self flagellation

whipping boys make stone statues life like but cold..

Insidious concrete sidewalks carve a deviant path

riding rough shod over brown earth and blue sky

Divine landscapes covered by asphalt black top

scabs, urban, metastasized

Concrete city cemented by the rat race....