Here, on Bull Run’s banks
ancient Oaks stand sentinel
mourning mortal men.
~
Have they not yet learned
to take root and reach skyward
toward the warming sun?
~
Alas, their lives so brief,
done before they even start,
how can they attain wisdom?
First, Bull. Run!
In the distance, sharp,
the crack of rifle fire
echo high above farm ford
the peace thereof polluted.
Red Neck Wisdom
I tell ya’ guys, sports cars just suck.
Ain’t no room in the back seat to fuck,
It’s pert near a crime,
So don’t waste yer time.
Toss a mattress in the back of your truck!
Transitions
Subtle interplay
between woods and mist and sun
mark seasons changing
Damn! Slam.
There’s no debate
Dialectic discourse
Died,
Drowned these decades.
Choking
In Gold water tides,
Coughing up
Sapphire pearls,
Regurgitating gruel;
Pap force fed
Straight from the tube.
With that gift of…
¿wisdom?…
We Rove their wasteland
Seeking heroes,
Leaders,
Daddies.
We found…
John Galt.
Shotgun shot companions.
Flight-suited Frat boys
fresh from their farmsteads.
Giant Cartooned
minions, mindless;
fanning flames
of discord,
masked in glory,
flying false flags,
face-painted,
horned,
shouting slogans,
felling
cherished icons,
raising
golden calves.
crying Freedom
while loosing bloodhounds;
rooting out liberty,
filling every womb
with tomorrows cannon fodder
for their great crusade.
To capture
hearts and mind!
America!
Semantics
On this, my first of five mornings of self-quarantine, arriving hard upon the last of five languid days of lamented hospitalization, I note, in passing, the astounding semantic difference between the two, apparently, self-same phrases:
1. “Nobody expects you to do anything…”
2. “Everybody expects you to do nothing…”
Trust me, dear friends, these are far from synonymous!
Sorry, America, no Cake this year?
For the last few days, my mind has been drawn to a comparison of Parenting and Patriotism.
- I love my children and I love my country.
- My kids are pretty neat kids and I like them better than most other people’s kids. Likewise, my country is a pretty neat country and I like it better than most other countries.
- When my kids do good things, I am proud on them and praise them. So too for my country.
- When my children engage in unacceptable behavior, I express my dissatisfaction and encourage them to remedy the behavior. When my country engages in unacceptable behavior, I express my dissatisfaction and engage in action to remedy that behavior.
- Luckily, My wife and I largely agree about what constitutes “unacceptable” behavior from our children and are able to apply sufficient force toward aiding a reformation. Sadly, my fellow citizens are so divided on what constitutes “unacceptable” behavior from my country, that I am not confident that any pressure I, and like minded citizens, can apply will have any significant influence aiding a reformation of my country’s unacceptable behaviors because so many other fellow citizens are patting my country on the back and praising the behaviors I condemn.
What is a Patriot left to do?
Cancel the Birthday Party?
Haiku 23 Jun 2022
With the palest pink
these summer Myrtle showers
litter my sidewalk
Haiku 21 Jun 2022
One golden hour
transforms endless grey days
to a silver sheen
Buffaloed
Here we go again:
one more white supremacist,
hopped up on Tucker Carlson,
popping off in nurtured rage!
Dawning Images (37) Deep Pockets
The price of fatigue
and indifference must be paid!
Shall we sacrifice the weak?
Dawning Images (36)
When booms turn to dust
Those who are the least exposed
Are also those best prepared.
Dawning Images (35)
Why am I dreaming
about the damned DMV?
Nobody needs night terrors!
Listen Up!
When the onus
on a penis
is no less
relentless
than the stigma
on a vagina,
men may have the option
to discuss abortion
but drafting legislation
to govern procreation
must remain the mandate
of those who have to gestate!
Aroil in Pain 