My Parents Went To Cancún you got a shiny new bike all I ever got was love doing headstands on a mountainside all I ever got was love in a world of shiny things you’ve gone insane maybe I can help you with this in my own way you want everything all I ever got was love past the point of embarrassing when jungles are burning up and you’re spinning in your drink smoking the latest thing making enemies with people just like yourself dancing in your head your cat’s in the fridge quoting a song by prince about the pretty mess you got a hot new job all I got was love coming home to the floor maybe love’s enough
The fabulist The fabulist has been Out of work for generations His tales have all been broken Its messages replaced with slogans His children have found jobs In marketing (When he wanted them To be doctors) Scientists have cut Deep into his market Today he does what he can To warn them The truth Is never enough
Not This what is it that preys upon us without naming us that leaves us spectators to our own demolition as long as we don’t speak of it we can’t describe it we can plead a certain ignorance to whomever whatever comes next
I’ve done my part in keeping up this charade when it was our turn I kept on the party face as the night went by in a dylanesque parade I stayed true to our agreement tried the conversation and failed looks suggested something else in the air now I gotta say it’s getting late time to make a move or we’ll get sucked in here comes our hostess dressed in the moment grab your shoes I'll get the pie dish in the distance lights are flashing is it fireworks or explosions gunshots or dance beats screams or orgasms
his secret word he couldn’t keep his word it flew around like a bird promises, money, and friends were to him beating wings and I really liked this guy but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try to convince him to act with the decency he expected of me so I hope one day he will learn but I really don’t have the time to do more than write this poem as the world’s demands are endless