Thursday, October 24, 2024

New Poem: MEL AND JACK AND DANICA

 Mel Gibson Jack Ford Danica Patrick

 they build personal walls as high as the Babel Tower

 they probably say variations of F The Common People

 thinking they are advancing America by dragging 

 the gutter talking rambling carcass of Donald John Trump

 towards a finish line that isn’t what they imagine

 not the climax of a rancid second term in office

 to enable them to Keep What’s Theirs

 instead they’re pulling Trump towards what he dreads

 denials, delays, clang of prison door, silence

Sunday, October 20, 2024

Peter Baker reminds morally deaf voters of Donald Trump perfidy

 Here’s Peter Baker pushing THE NEW YORK TIMES reporter analysis envelope: 

Sometimes lost amid all the shouting of a high-octane campaign heading into its final couple of weeks is that simple if mind-bending fact. America for the first time in its history may send a criminal to the Oval Office and entrust him with the nuclear codes. What would once have been automatically disqualifying barely seems to slow Mr. Trump down in his comeback march for a second term that he says will be devoted to “retribution.”

Sunday, October 6, 2024

New Poem AI RAMBLE

 let your Artificial Intelligence do your thinking and deciding for you plus you can put it to work making what Guillermo Del Toro called screensavers but you with little background in art appreciation will call it genius pixel painting then you can feed your AI old movies and movie star photos to create a mediocre teaming of Alan Ladd and Humphrey Bogart and dunderheadedly claim it’s better than movies made with real people and real settings and after that you can fly to a foreign country to not learn the language but speak your native linguistics into a translator app and, once you’ve returned home, yon can tell your math teacher you don’t need to waste hours proving theorems because there’s AI to save time for you and as you persist in believing your Artificial Intelligence is all the computer power you need with no more reason to read and figure and learn, then you’ll find yourself easily led and, eventually, easily enslaved


Saturday, September 28, 2024

New Poem: HALF DEAD MALL

 it was a sign of the End Times 

 when the Dillards department store

 which dressed affluent women and men

 was closed justlikethat 

 and reborn as a gigantic arcade

 POSTSCRIPT:  The above poem refers to Sikes Senter shopping mall in Wichita Falls, TX.  It was built in 1966, then sat empty until October of 1974.  What remains (including a Boot Barn, a Hot Topic, a Books-a-Million and an AMC multiplex) will celebrate its 50th anniversary next month.

Saturday, September 14, 2024

New Poem: CRYING INSIDE

 dead for two weeks

 I do feel something 

 although it doesn’t show

>

 all I can say is this:

 I didn’t think it would 

 be quite this soon

 and I never imagined 

 you leaving this world 

 before my mother and myself 

 >

  things I wanted to tell you outweigh 

  whatever I did manage through 

  phone calls and texts

 >

  at least we were in some kind of contact 

  not a scenario where we hadn’t spoken in years

 

Sunday, September 1, 2024

New Poem MY BROTHER’S DEAD

 he died at 74

 never married

 one daughter

 one granddaughter 

 child of the keep it to yourself 50s

 came of age in generation gap 60s

 attracted to women and soft drugs

 brought to heel by the county court

 cried when he had to cut hair short 

 and present as nice boy gone bad

 >

 had a brother nine years younger

 far too young to bond with

 often separated by parents and miles

 learned how to be a salesman 

 able to get others to believe him

 as long as others weren’t mother father relatives

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 but he loved sports

 collected memorabilia

 graduated from University of Texas Austin 

 spent his retirement going to various sporting events 

 this took his mind off declining health

 and being denied access to granddaughter 

 by daughter who sometimes preferred him at arm’s length 

 >

 passed away a day following minor traffic accident 

 began eternal sleep in a duplex protecting him

 from Central Texas humidity outside 

 

 

Friday, August 30, 2024

New Poem: KEEP CLEANING UP AISLE USA

 turn away from sparklers waved by gotcha interrogators 

 don’t fall for lies told by the cemetery desecrators

 there’s no reason to again wallow in the Pit of Venality 

 we must be better than this

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

New Poem: WHEN THERE WERE GOOD ONES

 read this phrase from a living poet eulogizing a deceased poet:

 went to local poetry readings when there were good ones

 >

 I knew the deceased poet and he was kind to me

 even though I was nowhere close to his level of accomplishment 

 and I knew he wouldn’t write a sentence eulogizing someone

 with the phrase I quoted from the Eminent Living Poet

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 to me, all the local readings I attended were good ones

 you learn from the best, the mid-level and the worst

 and there are talks to talk and walks to walk

 even if you choose to talk and walk

 without a feverish despair for what may be fickle acceptance