Old Letter
when the words leave
sometimes it’s best to start over
one
old letter
at
a time
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A Sickness by Any Other Name
one need not mention the children
or the attack
one need not mention the heart-wrenching pain
or the horror of its aftermath
one need not mention the NRA
one need not mention the NRA
one need not mention the NRA
to mention the 2nd Amendment in the same breath
but not the 1st, the 6th, the 18th, the 21st
or even habeas corpus?
one need not mention
but i did
and we should
our collective madness
a sickness
by any other name
Fire Quencher
we can’t do this
and we shouldn’t
do that
that can get you fined
while this can get you
anywhere from 5 to 9
you can however
guzzle your Gatorade freely
anywhere and at anytime
the more you drink
the more less you think
and the less we think
the more we’ll drink
and…
there’s like no end to it
Brominated Vegetable Oil!
it’s in your beverage
and ‘al kader‘
didn’t put it there
we can’t do this
and we shouldn’t
do that
PepsiCo can poison us
so
BofA better hurry up
Bremerton 1992
‘This thing is a Thneed.
A Thneed’s a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!’ – Ted to the Lorax
Driving while listening to Danny Bonaduce on the radio is not for the faint of heart. Not because Danny’s scary, mean, or says fuck a lot. It’s more that he’s not selling doughnuts with Kim Kardashian at Top Pot — on 5th Ave. — just past Blanchard.
A wise woman once said, “you can’t tune in to Bonaduce and expect an Al Roker.”
No truer words have ever been misinterpreted.
So I tuned my radio in to the BJ Shea Morning Experience! It was like searching for Al Roker…and all I found was Bonaduce.
So I tuned my radio to Bob Rivers, Joe, and Spike. It’s true what God and Maura Gallucci once should have said…we can’t all be Ricker, but we can all be a bit like Bonaduce.
So I turned off the FM radio and turned the Soundgarden on.
Head banging like I was in Bremerton-1992 again.
Troubles ignored.
The wars, momentarily re-forgotten.
Your bills unpaid
Are mine.
Evidently, it would seem, that Bonaduce isn’t so much the problem.
The Thneed’s need knitting…so knit them we will.
All Things Revealed
Every manifesto ever written
started out as poem
love lost
regret
Every poem ever written
started out as a manifesto
love found
enchantment!
If politicians were poets,
the world would make sense.
If poets were politicians,
the world might be grammatically correct…
but no one would get the gist of it.
Fire Cold! Water Hot!
Pope Benedict’s got a Twitter account…
Glory Daze
life these daze…
poor folks are punished
more often than not
for having made poor decisions
based on their high fructose corn syrup diets
foreclosed upon
by bailed out banks
preyed upon by bailed out military recruiters
what’s next?
libraries declared as too expensive?
life these daze…
it can’t get much worse
unless your skin is shaded
Capitalism Transcends the Heavens
I know that Santa is greater than all of the Earth-bound God’s combined!
Santa’s even greater than all of the prophets
Who are rumored to be located just to the left
And or your other left
Of the Bajoran Wormhole
I know this
Because I’ve got the receipts
The Vigilant Lens 