ALL GROWN UP NOW

I WAS AS A FOOL IS

In the deepness of the dark shadows

where pretending what isn’t is.

It has become normal for the businesses

who depend to rely on the pretense

that nothing ever ends but the easily replaced dreams

of the customer base buying into the darkest schemes;

a trip to the awesome outer upper space of great wealth,

won on a before supper lottery purchase win,

that buys everything from mansions

to health in the cosmos of the Olympian gods.

What a letdown to man,

when the dawn of day lights up

and shows the truth of the place

is not found in more wealth, health or time to play.
Reality scored in how much owed soon come due

to the merchants of “fooled you with a head fake”

I understand that game after being blind for so long

I learned me a way to find my sight,

to see in the darkest day lit night the differences

between swamps and peoples public parks

where the fun one in the other is just different dumps.

And then all those fucking

useless

bills

I had to pay along the way

was me spending my rainy day wealth

now evaporated in the heat of

want it days.

I question was I a man or a loon trying

to flap my wings and or dance to a fools tune?

Dance the damned dance who knows

you may get your chance to step on a bunch of toes

to attain a liars pile where dragons always hide

or—

Imagine this!

Could the best of you and me

be found in the bright

glorious gem of gems,

bigger than your heart,

if such thing exists,

go ahead MY LOVE

try and try,

continue to persist

that your value

your true worth.

is something less

than what is balanced

on a single fact:

that your

gracious

giving

kindness,

goodness,

is solely

found

in the

keenness of

your beautiful

love.

© M Durfee

9/14/15

SHOW ME YOUR CELLULITE AND I'LL SHOW YOU MINE

BUTTS BEFORE BULLETS

It is an interesting place to live when the Chief of Police tells the citizenry to arm themselves for their own personal safety. My personal feeling is I don’t think he knows the law of attraction. Having a weapon seems to me to be an invitation for trouble to come looking for you. You know egos and all that, everybody likes to be a hero or a white hatted cowboy until the bullets fly, especially during robberies and road rage incidents. I have a better idea. Living in one of the most obese states of the union, I suggest they legalize, nay, mandate public nudity. I am certain that would scare off more trouble than a puny .357. Think of how it would also stave off the underwear/ass hanging out above a belt that could never keep the pants up in any other rhythm than a slow walk. I can see this new world now, and it is a beautiful place, those that insist on carrying a weapon would only have one place to holster it and that would free up so many seats on the buses and rail lines. Alongside fall marathons for charity we could have cellulite competitions, the more the bumps the more the points. Hell if your ass is too big I say a tax deduction should be offered. How many naked politicians would actually have the balls to stand up and say “we need more war and higher taxes” because their erections would give them away as the whores they are. And even though no one would be able to give another the shirt off their back, the answer to a panhandlers question would always be a foregone conclusion unless of course one has some spare change holstered. Yes make the naked city really naked. Everyone says society changes one person at a time, I say go for the big bang and ban not only the bra but the jockstrap, return naked truth and honesty to society! And for those guns, at least they would be pointed in the right direction for self policing. Thank you Chief Craig!

© M Durfee

2.23.2015

FREE YOUR BODY BEFORE YOU BLOW YOUR BALLISTICS.