Throw-up Tuesday.

Here’s a throwback. I remember when I first moved up here some twenty years ago that if you needed underwear, you had to drive to St J to buy them. Then, a few years later, Wal-Mart came to town and everything you ever wanted was ten minutes away.  And then, ten years after that, came the internet and Amazon. Now I can buy practically anything I want and not leave my house. And today, some time after all these changes, I can socialize on the internet, piss people off, and not even leave my house. Progress is grand. I wonder what’s next.

My father Walter Sr. fought in WW2. He fought in North Africa, Sicily, the Middle East, and he was there, fighting on D-day. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge in the Ardennes. And then, when he was done with all of that (yes that’s right, I’m bragging on my dad, which he would hate by the way) he went to the Pacific theater. He served in every single year of the war.

 He didn’t like to talk about the war at all, but the one thing he did impress on me was the fact that he didn’t fight for all those years for me, or anyone else, to disparage another human being. You never, and I’m going to say these offensive words, you never, ever used the words chink, nigger, spic, kike or anything like them while he was around because, he said, that was the whole point of defeating the fascists, the Nazis, in the first place. Now if my father had to go vote, pay his taxes or go to work every day and walk past a Nazi flag, he would be, well I can’t even describe how pissed he would be. Now imagine if you were a Jew or a Roma having to do the same. You all know what I’m getting at.

Now I’m not even going to get into the fact that this particular style of the Confederate flag was brought out as a big fuck you in response to civil rights legislation and the dismantling of Jim Crow, that’s beside the point. The point is take the flag down, its offensive and has been for years. Who cares about their racist, treasonous heritage. Their heritage sucks. Fuck them, and the horse they rode in on.

For Now

The last breath you took

was my breath too.

The last embrace

the last hand

the last look-

all that we held

all that was ours, for so long

will be ours to have

again and again

between the breaths

I take for you.

Untitled dreariness

I know that road you're on
twisting turning hills and hollows
the moon hides in the clouds
and when the moon comes out, brightly
it splatters glimpses
just for an instance, no more
and you can see with terror
all the clarity
that the daylight will bring

Hands

Imagine I had hands;
not smooth or rough
not large or small
...just enough
at my sides for sure
out in front to see
nothing in my hands
just what time brings
and imagine theses hands
were yours to cusp
to hold the patience
that plain hands bring

Country Song

When will the sunshine
cast off the shallow
i see your breath
even in shadow

plots you throw out
that I don't follow
tune's easy to hum
words harder to follow

those oil slicked roads
keep that rubber on down
it would probably help
if there wasn't a crowd

placing my bets
on my amazon wish list
can't hit the buy now
what doesn't exist

when you finally leave
take it with you, please
your complimentary smile
with your rotten back teeth

This is the new battleground. Water is the last thing in this world that is free, and they want you to pay for it. This sociopath , and the people like him, will have more accumulated wealth than you or I combined will ever have in ten lifetimes. And they want more of it. They don't give two shits about you or your family, your friends or anyone else who has less wealth than they do. They have no problem giving a tiny percentage of their money away to feed their egos, but if you ask them for more, they call you a socialist or even "worse", a communist.

They sell you money to buy a house, take that money they just happily took from you, and tank the economy selling a circle jerk of derivatives making billions of dollars. And guess what? They are not done yet. They now want to take your house back because you can't afford it in an economy that they themselves just fucked up and then looted. How can they fucking lose?

They don't want you planting your own food because they don't make money from you doing that. They don't want you to know what's in the food that they do sell you, because you wont buy it. They want you to buy oil to heat your house and to run your car. They can't sell you the sun.They don't want you to organize into a union because it hurts the "free" market, the free market that they control and that they organize.

They are happy that you have just enough "money" to keep you in debt, so that you can buy more and more of their crap. Said crap being manufactured by some poor bastard (actually probably a woman) in some shit-hole-sweat-shop in India or Honduras.

They prop up the media with money and with arguments about guns, race and violence. They feed the talking heads with bullshit and you get shit on. They're not coming for you guns.Their coming for your money, your food, your shelter, and now your water.

And they don't give a fuck about you.



/rant...(for all you geeks out there)

What are you waiting for?

break away
from yourself
and when you feel
that sweet spot
take it all in
your arms
so full
and I'll glady
pick up...
take everything
that tumbles
...that you
want me
to have

That Thing

Your Amulet
your cross
that brushes my chest
when you bend down
to touch my face
and i reach to hold
your hips
and i know
that Jesus
and the rest
have a home
on our
lips

Scavenger Hunt

All and all
a nibble and a bite
keep it on the hook
gleaming

not very much
taking what you're given
better than a pageant
go hide it all away

heartstrings playing loudly
clamoring for less
Why do i do it?
once I hear more

I used my last quarter
and the coke machine is empty
fill it up again
I always need a roll to play

Does anyone check thier fax any more?

That page I was on
copied, faxed and fed
for everyone to read

Sun and Moon

the Sun falls now
and her pearls
of light
wait and hope
for just a glimpse
of her lost love
the Moon that rises

Swifter

A panic driven need to feel the cloth
to dust away the grimy corners
places no one else can clean
so happy with your choices
why use it neatly ?
you can use that moist towelette
again and again

OK

and then what the fuck
just take it and run
or walk away slowly
with your past
in your hand

Tomorrow

I wont let it fade
clenched ember searing
hope into my fist

For you

...and thereby my worries fell
into the wake of time
they tumbled into the waves
goodbye was all that they could say

and I awoken to feel alive
once again to feel the spray
salty earth washed over my face
as the bow cut through the waves

and I saw the sun awake
bellied up and made my stake
to the table where I would take
and break apart the bread of life

Jesus H

I saw a picture of Jesus in the man down the road
in one hand a rifle loaded for bear
in the other a paycheck kissed by despair

I saw a picture of Jesus in the chick down the road
in one hand a bucket with bills and coins
in the other her heart aching for gold

I saw a picture of Jesus in the bum down the road
In his lap was a dog with pleading eyes
In his hands were nothing but a screaming sign.

I got my picture of Jesus at Walmart today
I can't wait to hang it with Warhol and all
but for now my hands are too filled with rage

The wheels on the bus go round and round

You sexy red beast
on your corner of salvation
...waiting

Soon that dogged bus
takes you to yonder corners
...waiting again

A full circle
for your round trip ticket
that corners you in

Hawaiian girl

The Hawaiian girl knocked on my door
I took her in, she looked around
she noticed that my place was sparse
she sat down in my only chair
and she made herself at home

Another one bites the dust

Kindness, loathed to be invited,
kneeling alone

Stand tall, clamoring for your 30 pieces of silver

And cast yourself,
drop by drop,
another shadow,
begging to be set free