Welcome to my blog, which features a new poem on some irreverent, pithy, or humorous subject every week.
Writing poetry is a tough job, best left to those who scratch their heads, snort, and knit brows while venting a spleen or other body part popular for poetic expression.
Here is my first poem, which was first read last weekend at the Nebraska Writers’ Guild Conference. No tomatoes or cheese cubes were thrown, so it passed the audience test, at least of mostly odd or distracted authors in the state.
A Poem for Current Times
In a perfect world,
Air travel happens without x-rays,
Rubber gloves on sadistically wooden Air Port Security guards,
And wondering whose Nikes hide C4 and not just hairy toes.
In heaven, angels don’t carry green cards
Or drive without licenses or knowledge of traffic sign meanings.
No one bites into hamburgers shot through with pink slime
Or count ketchup as a vegetable.
In school, the bullies strike at will and Bill, Jacob and Sarah
A fist, a shove, a locker filled with cat litter or vicious lies on Twitter
Wounds knit scars best reserved for revenge, success in spite of tripping
Or equalizers tapped from parent’s keeping, caliber deadly in any
Number, smuggled in a backpack, school halls like Iraqi roads these days,
IEDs the bullies, PTSD the unlucky students who trigger them.
All the new Republicans will fix us good,
Bring back the US of A king of the global hill;
show China who’s the boss
While we share our victory on Ipads and iphones
Made in Wanchung Province factories
Distracting us from Samari GNP pickpockets.
And let sick people wait forever for health care that never comes
Or will just before Jesus steps in, whoops, too late for anything but
A time and call, can’t save us all, well, just more resources available
For illegal immigrant unborn children, priorities straight again
Until the Democrats take back Capitol Hill
And give away whatever is left after
the Republicans maul America one more time.