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Supposed To Look

45 is like a hole in the wall

Made by a door

Opened too hard and too fast

If you don’t fix the hole


Soon you won’t have to


You’ll get used to it

And that is how it is

Supposed to look


Fun With Street Names

There’s a nationwide corporate pharmacy that has the tag line that it is at the corner of Healthy and Happy. Seeing as how their business model is to locate most of its “drug” stores at intersections. And yes, they are “Drug” stores regardless the safe use of the double speak euphemism of “Pharmacy”

Any way, after making deliveries to businesses around airports, noticed the nearly obnoxious use of air and sky in the surrounding street names.

Airport Blvd leading into the airport. Fine, clear and concise, lets you know you are in the right area, or getting closer. That nearly gets lost in the surrounding street names such as Airway, Skyway, Wingsway, Jetway, Taxiway, Aviation, etc.

Wouldn’t it be more memorable and just as encompassing to use other words that associate with air travel to name the streets?

The FAA could be at the corner of Collision and Near Miss

Departing gates at the corner Delayed and Cancelled

FEMA could be at the corner of Catastrophe and Disaster.

Capitals at the corner of Greed and Power.

Schools at the corner of Rule and Obey.

Legislative offices at the corner of Tax and Spend

Suicide prevention centers at the corner of Hope and Despair

Barbers at the corner of clip and cut.

Any other suggestions?

Compromised By Birth

“Here’s another platitude they jam down your throat”

“Children are our future”

“Children are not our future and I can prove it with my usual flawless logic.

Children can’t be our future because by the time the future arrives they won’t be children anymore.”

– George Carlin


Placed in an untenable situation

To carry one’s parents baggage

Largely due to them doing nothing

To fix the world before you got here

Setting down the destructive pattern

To follow not because they said so

But in how they acted and behaved

Weighed down by society’s gravity

Mired in malignant mythmakers

Beholden to chaos and control

Unwittingly accepting the notion

That children are our future

Abdicating layers of responsibility

To the guide-less and guileless

Hypnotized by harmful hyperbole

Spread like wildfires across continents

Ramshackled by religion

Exponentiating catastrophic birth rates

Excrementing where we eat and sleep

Not recognizing the need to move

Why else is Mars becoming

A more viable option

Where if Martians see

What we have done

To this planet

We will not be welcomed

“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?”

“I gave this to you, motherfucker. Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?” “What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here.

Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”

“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”

“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”

“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?” “I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”

– Louis CK

Outdo Yourself











In other words



Done With Mirrors Haiku

Life is so tricky

It’s done with mirrors and masks

Both must be shattered

Mirrors And Masks

“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”

Alan Moore, V for Vendetta




Mirrors and masks

Are the bases for

The questions I ask




It is hard to see

Who we really are

When the reflection

Of how we see ourselves

Is in the mirror

Of other people’s masks

Filtered through our own

Peeling back the layers

Are like that of an onion

It might make us cry

Tackled without caution

Needing nerves of steel

To really find out

Who we are

Under the masked layers

Under the bravado layer

Under the work layer

Under the family layer

Under the fun layer

Under the scared layer

Under the parent layer

Under the child layer

Under the financial layer

Under the lost layer

Under the sport’s fan layer

Under the political layer

Under the racist layer

Under the emotional layer

One would think that

Under all those heavy

Added by time layers

Mostly of our own making

Give or take the surroundings

There would be a diamond

Under the pressure

Waiting to shine brilliantly


Like the unmasked face

Typically on a new arrival

Glowing from the trip

Having traversed

Time and space

Eager to go on

This next ride

Fearlessly with joy

As he or she is

Born without religion

Born without language

Born without prejudices

Born without hate

Basically a clean slate

Just wanting to love

Be loved and eat

Poop smile and repeat

No wonder their heads

Are so big

Lots of masks to carry

Green & Blue Haiku

The earth and the sky

She is so very grounded

I’m out of this world