Boom, Boom, Boomers

They came home in a rush

with the pent up lust 

of soldiers 

returning from war.

Soon they created  

a lump of humanity 

that disturbed the tranquility 

of modern American life.

So the boys were packed up 

to relieve the bulge,

a late abortion, so to speak,

and sent to a senseless war.

When they came home

If they came home

those who stayed home

called them all sorts of names.

The left and right

disrupted their lives,

again and again and

sent their children

to more senseless wars.

This time no one called them names.

Progress of sorts.

What is real and what is not?

The pine filtered sun

Ascends from the east

And places her beam

On a speckled woodpecker

Pecking at a tree

My senses perceive

The marvels  around

While my brain decides

What wonderful things 

It expects to receive

Quantum theory provides

An explanation of sorts,

It is all subatomic particles 

Spinning and whirling

Influenced by magnetic flux.

It doesn’t really matter

What it is or how

It came to be

For beauty doesn’t care

About it's beginning

Right Now

You could be the Fonz:

you may live in the

past say, 1955 

when the whole 

wide world was

just hunky dory.

Maybe you're Flash Gordon:

you could live in a future 

much like the past-

where evil will be 

vanquished real fast.

Or You could find yourself:

and have both 

these times

all the time

just say now

it will be just right.

Everyone Wants to be Rich

The impoverished Of America 

Are not just those lacking money

But include those with

Poverty of the imagination.

In a war on the new other

House after house 

And building after building

Has been abandoned

Rural areas are armed and

Inner cities are battle zones.

      beauty is lost

We have A disaster like no other

For In our quest for gold

We have obliterated distinctions

The land of individual liberty

Has destroyed our differences,

To create identical things

With replaceable workers 

Who go home 

On our pocked streets

Bloated with cars 

That all look the same 

Staying within the lines looking  for

Gas stations, restaurants and motels 

Made out of ticky tacky

Tasting just the same.

Screens with 

With hundreds of channels, 

are unable to show us 

Anything to help 

Build Our dreams, 

Instead they manipulate us

To be a part of the collective,

Slaves to the whims of those who

Control all so that they can live like kings

And we their modern vassals. 

Determination meets desperation at the border

Mothers travel a thousand miles

With children on their backs

Trying to find Uncle Sam

Whose promises they believe

To a land where there is peace

And their children will be safe

Where they can work hard to 

Better themselves like all 

Americans can.

But, when they arrive it’s 

Not Uncle Sam, but 

Donald Trump

Who Greets them  

It seems he is

Unfamiliar with  

Lady Liberty so

He grabs their Kids

Locks everyone up

Quacking stay away, stay away

Another broken promise from the Americans