Well No. 60-817-44169 (Poem )

Due to negligence, greed & incompetence,The Deepwater Horizon drilling rig
in the Gulf of Mexico
erupted, collapsed -
yielded up eleven men
to Davy Jones' Locker.

Neptune convulsed with anger,
his dominions violated
as water retched up plumes
of black gold - Texas tea;
coral reefs & species faced the brink
of extinction; white-sand beaches
were bleached black.
Dolphins and pelicans
became oil slick sculptures,
a creeping, still-life image of a struggle
with suffering & death.

Halitosis oiled Mother Nature's breath.
debris hitched rides
on the backs of dime & quarter size
tar balls.

British Petroleum & Halliburton
Exchanged barbs and blows
in an environmental ring
of a man-made disaster.

Toxic gases and drilling fluid
did a Danse Macabre with
time-consuming ineptitude.
Like rats abandoning a sinking ship,
Transocean engineers scurried back and forth
to suture an out of control well -
panicked emergency buttons,
sounded alarms to no avail.

Uncooperative cement,
unmanageable mud muddled operations-
Robots weren't the answer.
Mistakes and mistakes
Millions coupled million gallons of oil
to gushed from earth's bowels
as she seemed to state: How dry I am,
how dry I am. Nobody knows how dry I am.
Hooow dryyy I aaaaam- not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Locus Politicos (Poem )

Locus politicos
hocus- pocus
discombobulated leaders
dems & publicans
narrowed focused
elected gangsters
perks & favors
for friends & neighbors
special interest
no bid contracts
tax evaders
self-righteous egotists
for votes & power
gifts & flowers
golden showers
in their ivory towers

they hide lulu
kiss boo-boo
scribble-scrabble
helter-skelter
hanky-panky, mumbo-jumbo
yada, yada, yada, yada.

For every season there's a time
a time of birth
a time of death
time to laugh
a time to cry
a time for war
a time for peace
a time to fast
a time to feast.

Ah, miss Muffet on her tuffet
cutie, cutie -
Goldilocks, Cinderella
beauty, beauty
Golda Meir, Margaret Thatcher,
Condoleezza,
iron-fisted ladies liberty -
whack-whack, knack-knack
crackerjacks, prozac-
Shadrack, Meshack & Abednego,
three in a furnace
let 'im go
woe, woe, woe.

Karma, kismet
writing on the wall
rapture, nirvana, end times
and all
Armageddon, doomsday
a row of dominoes
watch them fall.


locus classicus
major domo
proportional representation
affirmative action
quotas, quotas
discrimination -abracadabra
open sesame, presto
Beulah in Wonderland.
Aunt Jemima my Sleeping Beauty.

Hemidemisemiquaver.

JINN IN THE BOTTLE (Poem )

After the first sip from the bottle
I decide to continue on
To the next one and the next one
Until my sense of being escapes me
As I ooze through keyholes
And drinking straws;
Spill myself into sidewalk cracks,
Bleed on gutters and sewers
And pitched-blind oblivion ...

The Jinn in the bottle
Released into my world offers
Foggy unsteadiness instead of
Sought after comfort;
And like a house of cards
Victim to vertical rows of falling dominoes
Leave me like Humpty-Dumpty.

Lost days and weekends
Like unattended roses wither
As if placed in vases filled
With ashes and acid
Against crumbling tombstones
In unkempt cemeteries.

Thoughts (Poem )

That which is hidden will surface,
That which is lost will be found,
That which is silenced will be spoken,
That which is free will be bound.

I look forward to the future,
I look back into the past,
Such thoughts at times consume me,
Knowing the present does not last.

Promises are made and broken,
Laughter can turn into tears,
As sorrow and joy commingle,
And days merge into years.

Penitentiary (Poem )

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I'm the vindictive, ruthless,
an eye for an eye,
the counter stroke, last-ditch,
the never-say-die.
I am heartless, ferocious,
grossly inhumane,
fiendishly satanic,
a low-down dirty shame.

I'm loathsome, ill-natured,
repulsively vile,
arrogance, treachery,
abuse is my style.

My name is Penitentiary,
I'm made of steel and stones,
and should you land in my domain,
I'll crack your flesh and bones.

You're not as tough as you believe,
When without a knife or gun,
I'll have your ass before you blink,
Providing I want fun.
I've myriad ways of handling you,
That's if you like it rough;
Ways to hurt and break a man,
I haven't found enough.
Push me punk and be doomed,
I know you can not win,
I've been around for quite sometime,
And since the spawn of sin,
I've held the toughest thugs there are,
Behind my cold, gray stalls,
Watched them risk their fruitless lives,
Trying to scale my walls.
Some were killed and few escaped,
later to return
For crimes far worse than before
And then I watched them burn.

My name is Penitentiary,
Let me come straight from the cuff,
I'll crack your head - rip out your heart,
I pray you call my bluff.
You flapped your huge illicit wings
Betwixt the grip of law
Until you made that one mistake
That clutched you in its claw.
You preyed upon the weak and old
And made them fear you, true,
Well, listen faggot, bitch take note,
The tables are turned on you.
I'm in command, I hold the cards
And call the dos and don'ts,
Create the dreams and feed the hopes
Of all your needs and wants.

Now, should you thirst for freedom's fire,
I'll light your smouldering wick,
Supply the gas and provide the flint
It will take to light your Bic!

The Love Master ( Poem )

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You became disenchanted with wanting Valentinoes,
A prolong trek to this journey's end,
Now that you've come, I welcome you,
to cast aside fear and shame,
for I am he, the Love Master,
Viceroy of Joy, Prince of Pleasure,
Jealous Othello, wise Solomon,
Or any name you choose to select
from the repertoire of love.
Did you think I would look different,
Indeed a glittering diamond crown,
A velvet fez, a mystic turban,
Placed aesthetically on my head.
Did you think I would have a robe,
Embroidered with fine threads of gold,
A wizard's wand, a black-faced ring,
And a hocus-pocus stare.
I do not have costly diamond rings
On my smoke-stained calloused hands;
Earrings studded in my ears
As with Gypsy vagabonds ...

One of Those Days ( Poetry )

It was just one of those days,
All I wanted to do after waking up
was return back to bed;
I wanted to disconnect
the answering machine,
take the phone off the hook;
then sigh in relief...
It was just one of those days.

Though daylight peeked through
the closed blinds
and bird chirped conversationally
outside my window,
I trudged across the naked floor
to the bathroom,
flipped the light switch up, lit a cigarette
and engaged the toilet.

Afterwards, it was a cup of coffee,
a wheat muffin - another cigarette;
then a return to the bathroom to wash my face,
brush my teeth. Yeah,
It was just one of those days.