Worlds Facts about the universe

Worlds

Facts about the universe

Contradict each other.

ISIS and tsunamis; or

A cat becomes unable

To walk the day his owner has stroke,

And then recovers when his owner dies.

Or just a tabby that befriends

A lover who's been jilted

And hasn't found a way to be alone.

Then the world is righted

And the two are back together,

But still the cat remains

And recognizes no one else.

And people who have visions from the grave -

About as understandable as god.

Does god want understanding?

Or just to be despised.

 

Thought

A person with compassion

Is going to hate god,

Whether he believes in god or not.

And a person with a mind requires

Something more to do

Than watch a 49er break a knee.

 

The Loser

When I was a boy, I dreamt that

I would be a singer

Like Lanza, Jolson, Garland.

Then I planned to be a preacher.

Then I aimed to be an actor,

And that horrified my parents

(Actors have immoral lives).

Now I'm nothing but a mental case

(At that a very old one)

That tries to be a poet

In a nation that hates art.

I think I am a good one, but

No one will ever know.

F-ck It!

“Network of death” -

Did Madison Avenue

Come up with that one?

“Iraqi Freedom” -

Now where is Iraq?

America gets a

Geography lesson

When a new president

Takes the throne.

Every eight years there's

A war with a country

Nobody here ever heard of before.

“Iraqi Freedom” - yes,

That was a good one.

Iraq was just fine until

Bush got there.

Morning Poems

They are flocking into Denny's,

All well-dressed, aloof (ah money!)

For a meeting over breakfast.

And they stoop to tell the waitress

What they want, then disappear.

If they're so rich and classy

Why the hell are they at Denny's?

He is crazy. And the country

Lets him walk around at will,

And his very precious freedom

Is protected by the law.

Every day he's getting older,

Dirtier and sicker.

What's a better way? The doctors

Don't know what to do.

Denny's is so dull

As it gets later in the morning.

No one talks or laughs or jokes.

They eat their breakfasts and they go.

And driving home of course, a dozen

Patriotic Yankees

Run red lights and hit the gas

And they are gone.

The day begins.