Cars without reverse gears
Fronts same as backs
Driven either way
Imitated streetcars, trains
Made quick getaways
95% pure hooey
Reflected in their eyes
Some stared down
The end of their noses
Clucked their tongues
Danced superiority dances
At pot luck dinners
Past imperfect tenses
Filed in fed-up files


Resolution Revolution

A brand new year
Endless 2017 reviews
Are relegated to
Dusty files of history
Normal people
According to the media
Were supposed to make
New Years resolutions
Lose weight the sure-fire way
Can’t-fail investments
Better health care insurance
Health club memberships
Good ideas–usually forgotten by March


The Boss

Dexter was the boss. Not because of business acumen, or people skills; certainly not because he ever wanted to be.

He became boss, because handlers and staff, convinced him that was the way things should be.  If things went wrong, there was no one else to blame.

“Wolf fangs” bared when things didn’t go right. The offenders backed down. If they didn’t, staff intervened.

“Dexter, what a good manager you are,” They chorused. Everyone believed it–especially Dexter.

With a sigh, Dexter loosened his collar.  Ego massages were so refreshing.

All the news that wasn’t news.  Wasn’t that pitiful?  Alone again on Saturday night.

Dexter, cared little what others thought of him.  There was nothing left to prove.

He lay on his back, fancied himself running carefree through an open meadow.

Rushes To Judgement

Can’t run away from troubles

But, you’d like to try

My train of thought derailed

Maybe it was on the wrong track?

Extremists took advantage

Of bad situations

Somebody’s bound to do it

They always did

No concept of time

They’ve no place to go

Don’t depend on anybody else

Do what you know is right

Don’t let the bad guys win!

How long will this go on?

Nobody knew for sure

Local Customs

People on winding roads

with names nobody knew

didn’t want to be found

Their thoughts passed by

like gaudy billboards

so unlike, wonders

of the natural world

Noises–pyrotechnics or nature?

Big-city cynicism wasted

Fell curbside with other detritus

Never cared to get too close

Lived lives of their own choosing

Feared for the sanctity

of precious oceans and forests

Adapted when necessary

Then forgot everything

“Was there–anything to declare?”

Nothing–other than what they were