Grave Misdirection: Shadorma

GRAVE MISDIRECTION

Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it

Poo Purée

POO PURÉE

Fundamentalism
And “white supremacy”
They have a pungent scent
Smothering any sense

Lothario

LOTHARIO

Plays out Don Juan trope
Imagining them all his
Spends his life dreaming

The slippery slope
Into desire’s abyss
And ends up screaming

A SAD BLIGHT

A SAD BLIGHT

None so blind as those
Who, given the gift of sight
Cannot, will not see

Identity Crisis

IDENTITY CRISIS

Over in a flash.
One thing after another.
“Cogito ergo
Sum.” (Puffs out and buffs his nails.)
Not even scratched the surface.

Yarns

YARNS

Back in the day
Recalled
Back on the way
Reviewing
Seems came

A few oops-style anomalies
Now tweaked, refigured, polished
Spun slyly into a fresh web of
… Let’s not say lies
Not even half truths

For we, being the us that we are
Or at least the one that we see
Mimicking the programs
That mimic us prefer
Updates or Improvements

Currently then any dark side
Any giveaway liability airbrushed
Our life as a glossy magazine
Not only on public sale
But available free

Being Cool (A Four By Six)

BEING COOL

Ah, things we’d rather be
No, don’t let us go there
We’ve been here long enough
To know where longing leads

Bashful

BASHFUL

Naked, enveloped
In peers innumerable
Under surveillance

Brain Wave

BRAIN WAVE

A few chemicals
And electrical changes
Teeny-weeny sparks
Pray tell me do at which point
You began calling it “Mine”?

I Remembered You

I REMEMBERED YOU

I remembered you
And I cried
Then I washed my face
And went out to face the world