Soul Murder

 Is my blog being somehow censored?

Angry

Living in a land where god is god -

And every other god is god as well -

Fighting for supremacy of god -

To banish unbelievers to a hell -

Heaven for the right and good believers -

And prophets have a deity to sell -

When I had friends – countless years ago -

It didn't matter what I didn't know!

Soul Murder

They talk about meaningful matters.

I just pay the bills.

She takes what she can, and she got it.

She won in a conflict of wills.

Before Jacqui Schiff I was human

And happy. One problem. That's all.

After that bitch drove me crazy,

I fell before Caesar like Gaul.

She died. Let perdition consume her.

And Mary Knell Kelly as well.

She held the stake. With a mallet,

Schiff swung. Quasimodo. The bell.

 

Bookkeeping

My favorite class in college

Besides the Middle Ages

(All those blessed maniacs

And homicidal sages),

Was remedial accounting,

Which I passed and kept repeating.

I loved to see the columns

Total. Even without cheating.

 
 

Precision

People who must do a thing

Exactly as they feel,

Never say a word too much,

And every word is real.

John the psychotherapist

Split hairs with razor blades,

Never cured a single soul,

And died himself of AIDS.

People aren't supposed to laugh,

Keep all defenses up,

Never let the low life in,

And just with Jesus sup.

Some people deem this kind of thing

Is natural and true.

Babies are all feelings, so

What would a baby do?

Like mothers and born counselors

Who do not pay their rent,

Take money they will not give back,

Their truths are heaven sent.

Out of touch, a perfect bore,

I talk a little loud,

But your money's safe with me.

Go live among the proud!

Ashamed. I never had a soul,

Inside alas I'm dead,

I have a gentler touch than she,

And I'm better read.

But gentle doesn't go for much,

And music is passe.

And what's a book? It will not make

A lonely lover stay.

Gibberish

Having thought the matter through

(I didn't think out loud),

The emotionally subtle few

(Like Jacqui Schiff and proud),

Do only what they want to do,

And keep the losers cowed.

That loser taking care of you

Does what he's allowed.

He has feelings – just as true -

A little less endowed -

And when you reach your hand into

His heart, he feels ashamed,

And somehow very wrong because

His spirit has been maimed.

I remember Charlie who

Came back and played the game.

Three months in psychotherapy,

The rest of him the same.