The Fate of Genius
Genius gets
scorned savaged
& reduced
to its
lowest common
denominator.
Then when
enough time
has passed
it gets
praised.
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the fate of genius
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the state of the nation
The State of the Nation
Some window
cleaning accounts
that don’t
pay:
AT&T
Verizon
Fred Meyer.
When I
ran it
past a
collection agency
they smiled
& said
their hands
were tied.
A fundamental
definition of
Fascism is
a marriage
between government
& corporate
power.
In today’s
world things
have gone
a step
further.
Corporate power
has divorced
government &
is collecting
alimony.
The courts
are its
mistress.
The military
is its
body guard.
The population
is placated
with misinformation
junk food
frivolous toys
& sick
entertainment.
It’s highly
unlikely that
things will
get better.
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a healthy lifestyle
A Healthy Lifestyle
The night
in San
Francisco I
drank twenty
shots of
espresso
back to
back on
a bet
then ten
shots of
whiskey to
take the
edge off
then drove
straight thru
to Big
Sur to
watch the
sun rise,
chain smoking
the whole way.
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going in for the kill
Going in for the Kill
Time to
strip down
& go
in for
the kill.
Here’s hoping
you did
your homework.
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remembering
Remembering
Remembering
who you
were is
remembering
someone who
was remembering.
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shifting priorities in the barnyard
Shifting Priorities in the Barnyard
Hens riding
donkeys.
Cows mating
with pigs.
Ducks in
the high
branches of
the sycamore
tree.
Goats ramming
their way
thru the
outhouse.
Blame it
on Monsanto
on three
billion dead
honey bees
on the
failed corn
crop on
genetic soy
beans &
carrots
on cell
phone radiation.
Dial M
for murder
911 for
a fiscal
report wire
home for
a bank
loan use
your best
elocution.
Don’t tell
me I’m
not making
sense take
a look
at yourself
empty your
pockets &
explain the
gum wrappers
& pennies
the small
red pills.
Then spin
around
twice &
head for
home under
a dark
cloud straight
thru the
back door
& up
the stairs
to your
room where
the truth
hangs
covered in
stale blood
& bruises
from a
wall hook.
Shrug your
shoulders
say There
wasn’t a
whole lot
I could
do about
it then
take a
cold shower
turn on
the TV &
call out
for pizza.
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