March 8th, 2017

The Prez don’t care about you
And I’m not saying another would do –
But I can tell from the rules
he’s tryna lay down thaaat:
The Prez don’t care about you

Oh, the Prez is quite unglued
And I’m not saying another wouldn’t be, too –
But I can tell from his words and his
and rants and raves thaaat:
The Prez is quite unglued

The Prez hangs with a shady crew
And I’m not saying another wouldn’t know some bad dudes –
But I can tell from the way they talk
behind closed doors thaaat:
The Prez hangs with a shady crew

The Prez just ain’t got a clue
And I’m not saying another would act like they knew –
But I can tell from the questions
that he asks about his accusations thaaat:
The Prez just ain’t got a clue

Oh! the Prez don’t care about you
And I’m not saying another would do –
But I can tell from the life
that he’s built for himself thaaat:
The Prez don’t care
The Prez don’t care
No, the Prez don’t about you

March 8th, 2017

The Waterwood Box, 18

Catch up!

With renewed energy, Adam pulled his arms from the tube and let it float beside him while he took off his water-logged jeans. He slid his entire body feet first into the cloth tube. The material covered him from the bottom of his ankles to just underneath his armpits. His arms, shoulders, and head were free to move about. The tube squished his feet together but Adam didn’t care. He was so, so warm. He rolled over to float on his back and inhale the salt air with a deep satisfaction.

“Wow, Adam,” said Spot. “Now you look like a water-man!”

“Well, I don’t care how I look. I feel like I’m wrapped up in a hot towel,” he said to Spot.

“What’s a towel?” asked Spot.

“Never mind,” Adam said and turned over to watch his jeans slowly sink beneath him. Just before they were lost to the depths, he remembered his knife. Somersaulting in place, Adam dove underwater and darted, not unlike a fish, toward his jeans. He pulled the knife from the right back pocket and tucked it into the top of his new swimsuit. For the first time since the flood, he felt comfortable.

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The next item Adam removed from the waterwood box caused Spot to spitter and sputter and spatter and splatter salt water everywhere. Between water-wrinkled fingertips, Adam held to the sun a thin, semi-clear circle about the size of a quarter and made from some flexible material like rubber or plastic.

“A breather!” gasped Spot.

“What is it?” asked Adam as he turned the thing over in his hand, bending it in half and half again.

“It’s an antique. The Coral Annals recall that the Turtles invented breathers after the Rise. They’ve been long forbidden.” Spot swam around Adam’s hand and stared at the small disc.

“Well, what do I do with it?”

“I don’t know what you do with it. The Annals tell tales of water-folk using breathers when they wanted (or needed) to leave Ocean.” Spot’s eyes never once strayed from the breather. “Maybe it’s for me?” Spot whispered.

The Waterwood Box, 18

March 7th, 2017

in the corner
on the floor
of my shower
there’s a stain

on some days
it is grey
and on some days
it is glass

on grey days
i try to clean it
and i scrub
until my fingers bleed

but the grey
just taints my body
with a tone
that never rinses

on glass days
i want to break it
so i kick it
while the children sleep

but the glass
just calls me nearer
though what’s behind it
cares not for me

everything’s uprising
everything is in revolt
yet i am focused quite intently
upon imagined imperfections

something is wrong with me
something cold water cannot fix
something is still missing
my god, the children are now waking

March 7th, 2017

March 6th, 2017

We have seen our doppelgängers
Crop up outside the mirror
And for all intents and purposes
We should expect an early death

We have named our doppelgängers
After impotent politicians
For whom we cast our ballots blindly
For whom our interests bear no debts

We have licked our doppelgängers
From copied head to similar toes
Tasted dirt and sweat and copper
Enriched uranium and meth

We have pissed off our doppelgängers
Now they’re firing AKs at us
Now they’re changing all our passwords
Now they’re proving who is best

March 6th, 2017

March 5th,2017

A NEW LOW!
What’s a truth like anymore?
Nothing found.
Turned down by court
What’s never come unbidden?
What’s a life worth anymore?
What’s an unpaved road not ridden?
This is McCarthyism
What’s never never hidden?
I’d bet a good lawyer could make a great case!
This is Nixon/Watergate
What’s money freely given?
Is it legal for a sitting President?
Just to tapp
     to tapp
Just jest jost to tapp
     to tapp
Bad (or sick) guy!
What’s being mad like anymore?
Terrible!
What’s unfounded anymore?
     Is it legal for a      for a president?
What’s being mad like anymore?
What’s money freely given?
A NEW LOW!

What’s a life worth anymore?
I’d bet
     the fact
What’s an unpaved road not ridden?
          This is Nix/Water
What’s never never hidden?

What’s unfounded anymore?
What’s never come unbidden?
What’s a truth like anymore?
How low to tapp the very sacred process.
     (or sick)!
Terrible
Nothing found found out
Nothing found found out
Nothing found found out
This is McCarthyism

March 5th,2017