indolence, insolence, mensa lips, rose hips, and chamomile...

message from inside the
bottle
people all over listen
they miss what IS really
they dig and dive and wallow
in other peoples cerebration
and cesspools
looking for some glimmer
of hope
sparkle in ribbon form
running like a vein through
the strata of vagueness and excess
comprising their daily mirror
holding out that last ditch wish
to find that which they have not so far

that which was promised to them by the
man on the teevee,
the bigger dick
the swarm of lovers
the safety of the babies
the house on the beach
the motorcycle like james dean
the wind that comes with it
the hair to blow in said wind
the freedom to be whatever they wanted
as long as that did not interfere with
work

and i
one of them
pass by them
one of them
and tip my hat as
one of them, “HI !
how ya doin” kinda smile like one of them
and they look at me like i'm an idiot.

the guy wrangling metal carts in the rain
outside the supermarket, when my
baby girl was sick, and i would have been
fine to just lay on the couch
smoke my stuff and watch the football
on a cold ass gray and rain filled day.
who turns his head away
or the lady behind the cash
register at the pharmacy next door
when i've already stood there
for five of my minutes
smiling
and late for what my day demands
but hey if she really needs to price
saint patrick's day schwag in
january and wants to do so while watching me stand at her register
until she is ready
fine. that is fine-
but being the first to speak
and smiling
and to be met immediately with
IMFINEHOWAREYOU!!!
so fast and devoid of even any angular
component
just a pipeline from her
frustration
right to my
get the fuck out of here.

here is the thing.

it'd be one thing
i guess if it's just another case of
another a.hole customer
all smiley and wanting help,
but it could just as easily been a
FUCK YOU TOO
kinda thing,
why do we nod, wave
why do we hold doors
slow down for people
why don't we ?
why do i allow the cancerous stew on my day's thoughts......
why not, as my boys up north call it
the" mallloy salute"
?
because i have chosen not to
today
i have made the choice to be a
decent
human
today
not glorious, not wealthy, and
not famous just not any
more harm than good
today
but let
santa clause
or saddam ryan seacrest hussein
or even post concubine tiger stroll
that stretch across the lot
towards the sidewalk in front of the
cheap chinese food store
and those same idiots
you and me
would roll out the red
carpet
send the limo
forget the kids and
cancel christmas
just to brush against
that type of world
that sort of semblance

and that is what is wrong
with the world today;
as simple as that may seem
as stupid and however
crass to bring the correlation
but
when we have gotten
to where we can not lift
our head from the trough
to acknowledge the choking
of a brother
beneath the gluttony of our mass
then how will we ever notice
the raping of our dreams by the ones
at the table
the ones throwing the scrap
the ones watering the skies

i began this day with the
simple trading of
instant messages, the kids
call 'em
with a friend i used to see
pretty much every day
and now will be
lucky to see
a few times a year
we used to entertain them
every day.
them and us.
today it was
indolence
insolence
mensa lips
rose hips
and chamomile.....
aww.