Rapturous Sciolism

Tears of joy flowed freely into the streets as historical wrongs were righted with the quick push of a button that may or may not have recorded your actual intentions. As we praise our new silver tongued demagogue we forget about past incursions and stroll merrily down the street passing more degenerates daily. Eerily Orwellian posters plaster the sides of buildings giving way to more scapegoating of innocent bystanders who are completely unaware of the true value of their lives, broken down into percentages and rounded off to neat decimal points, as the fruits of the labors are conspicuously stolen from right underneath us and shipped across the sea. We sit on the sidelines as we watch opportunities go by, spiraling down the drain and do nothing more than sigh. Bullies are there for the same reasons as their victims. Heavy burdens are heavier if you don't exercise your right to lighten the load and promote fairness on the playground. We're all just in awe of people that were supposedly picked from among us and astoundingly use us all for collateral. Ignorance is bliss, until that pink slip shows up on your gleaming white desk.

False Paradigms

Everyone's got it all figured out
Conservative or liberal
There is no other
Taking the middle path
Is just the coward's way out
Mirrors on either side of the room
Like Mormon temple ceremonies
Offer the visage
Of never ending agreements
That shall bind us from now
Until forever
But even Catholics
Can get a divorce
So who says anything
Can possibly be immortal
Or is it this mortal foray
That sets our perceptions
At odds with one another
Ensuring the continuation
Of discriminating coteries
It will persevere unabated
For as long as we will stand for it
So sit, embrace nothing
And just be already

Fraternal Obligations

Speeding along, I'll be lifted up by the black asphalt tearing from the earth, propelling unnaturally toward heaven. The usual suspects no longer abound as we are all deemed to be of an independent variety. Further along, I'll run into my background and awkwardly shuffle two hand-me-down boots and stare at change on the pavement. Abe'll mock me, refusing good luck, as concerned souls give sideways glances attempting to decipher the bizarre anomaly. All together then we'll sit patiently through the entire process relying on our perceived notions of etiquette, calmly applauding at the end of the service and ride out in separate directions with little more than a nod from either party.

Presbyopia

Hacking our way through the forests like some great conquistador we stumble upon instruction manuals left by those we have long since decided are of no real importance. In our understandings of momentum, things can only speed up, things never just go away. As if ne'er was there a problem with electrical impulses and the loss of information. Trapped in an old home with familiar walls, a kindred spirit has lost her dishes, all over again. Flat, lumpy planes and ever expanding spheres cloud our judgment as we try to observe through mathematical equation what is perfectly visible with the naked eye.

Ludicrous Circumscriptions

Instead of learning from mistakes

It seems we are forever doomed to repeat them

Our version of Roman aqueducts

Crumble beneath our feet

And red and white styrofoam cups

Taunting Pepsi lovers everywhere

Lie strewn on roadsides

To serve as a constant reminder

Of the realities of our lives

Towns change their names

Pleading for corporate giants

To just take notice

And offer even faster connections

To speed up the dehumanization process

As we blow the lid off Pandora's box

As we struggle to stay afloat

Ensuring our fast approaching end of days

At least in the sense

That we're now almost completely slaves

A global financial meltdown

Won't even slow us down

We'll pray to Mr. Buffett

Because theists are hypocrites
And money's what really makes the world go round
The solutions are simple, albeit expensive

So we'll offer our indentured servitude

Since the tightening of our shackles

Has already left us completely numb inside

Ecunemical Excursion

A trip around the world
Via international cuisine
Led to interesting results
Uygur Polo and Sweet Pea Soup
Raisins over rice
Yogurt spead on Pide bread
Fried mashed potatoes and Picadillo
And roasted bell pepper
Red and sizzling, slightly blackened
Cajun style
Risotto and breadsticks with Manicotti
Bright reds and greens
All covered in cheese
Followed by He Jia Tuan Yuan
Or Masoor Dal and Naan
Chile Relleno and Avacado salsa
The kitchen smells like restaurants
From all over the world
The counters are covered in flour
And bits of leafy vegetables
While some of it was delicious
I'm beginning to think
Perhaps I'm just not that worldly of a guy

Cultural Ambiguity

Tamales for Christmas Eve
Sauce picante for Santa day
And hamburgers for the new year
A sea of brown faces
Clothed in bright yellows and greens
A bright peacock
Rests on walita's shoulder
As she warms the comal
Around the corner, pale faces
With newly permed hair
Blowing softly in the breeze
Dilly-doopers in hand
Half breeds abound
In modern day relationships
Eh, c'est la vie
Soy un American Mexican French Indian
And such is my life