Monkey Business

Monkey Men on my Cable In Monkey
Suits Disclaimers of Darwin Casting
their Nets
of Redemption.

Monkey Men
At my Front Door, Saving Me
from Monkeydom.

Monkey See, Monkey
Do.
(Once I was a Monkey, too).

History Lesson

The choice

Is always yours

To go to the polls

Or not.

Remember those who

Did not have a voice

Or the right to vote or live

In a free society. It could be you Tomorrow. History

Tends to repeat

Itself.

Let the citien beware.

Pandemic in an Election Year

The simultaneous grief
and self-deprecating mantra of the
hoodwinked
denizens
sustain our unforgiven world. There is
no transmogrification of crass
untoward confessions
into a delicious klezmer om.

Apple pies taste sour. The
blurry lubricity
of temperamental tears like
glass waves
is enough
to cure rust
but not to utter
the confounding truth told as a lie
that is promptly thrust at us
every waking, radioed,
screened,
mediated
and illuminated
morning.

The official stories -
sounds of privilege and apathy -
submerge our patience
like a broken femur
deep in the cartography of
denial and disbelief.
Our voice is a vacuous ghost of its
previously ebullient and grandiose
self.
Unable to facilitate validation
of a future,
our woeful throats are sore from
swallowing
reality as acceptable.