Archive | January 2014

The Brilliant Shining Path

SB 39

To slice through the Gordian knots
Woven throughout our laws
By the slickest of experts
Who never invented a thing
But a world class economic sting
In a basket of rules to
Keep any real progress from being

The brave warriors today
Are  the Snowdens, Assanges and Stewarts
Who face down the foreign
The big corporations
And the sweet tax havens
And private tax-free foundations

That the wealthy keep getting richer
And pad one another’s credentials
Employing each other’s offspring

What a dumb bunch of losers
We have elected
Never think they’re there, so
The people are protected
They’re cheaply bought embodiments

Of jesters who can always be beheaded
If anything they do or say offended

And so for billionaires pocket changed
Given to their re-election campaigns
The rich get to cheat their way to wealth
Without even a semblance of stealth

It’s so easy, man,
To cheat taxpayers
Oh, the
Brilliant shining path
Of their self promotions
Found always a way
To make the poor pay

Photo credit: from a painting by Spring Bright

 

This entry was posted on January 10, 2014, in Poetry.

The Evil Jockey

Night birds

The evil jockey rides the elderly employee
down the gouged earth into poverty
And smiles
His countenance untouched by irony
Whose horny visage hides his infamy
Behind a mask of faked humility
In the name of all the ones whose lives
He’s stripped of reason, stripped through legally
permitted fundamental dishonesty
Whose rights and wealth and liberty
Whose health, whose own humanity
Are swept up in that maelstrom: greed
Left with nothing earned but need
Standing with fist clenched
In shocked outrage, too poorly served
By crooked representatives and hollow Word
On some dank page in some corrupted library
He shakes that fist at constitutionality
Let down, subsumed, to slip into inanity
Can we stand mute before his misery?
Or are we called, required to see
That where he stands is where we all will be
As right wing zealots rewrite history
Gutting unions, stealing every benefit
Hard won, so easily

Photo credit: from a painting by Spring Bright

 

This entry was posted on January 10, 2014, in Poetry.

One Way Out of the Castle

Acrobats + castleIf you look closely at this sunny yellow medieval castle, you’ll spy two men rappelling down from a high window. They’re not escaping, they’re jesters and they’re putting on a daring show for the king and queen and their guests. Later I expect they’ll be walking the high wire and twirling burning batons, earning their suppers.