Jose Ortega y Gasset Meets Ice T

I’m glad American’s are doing well

And we keep accumulating things

I believe this is a marvelous Hell

That we can buy such so many belongings

The toys & luxuries of the Pharaohs  

Available to sisters & brothers

Wealth & pride of material composed

These “things” that separate us  from “others”*

We now have wealth’s magic appliances

Walls festooned with numbing moving paintings

Gadgets & trinkets of alliances

Made between us & power’s restrainings

All “the [simple] comforts we demanded

[Are now] mandatory” & commanded

Opinion in Terza Rima



I am wondering

Whether opinions

Improve anything

They’re Hellish miñons

These thoughts we cherish:

Evil’s champions

Thoughts we should nourish

Are suffocated

Vacuum nightmarish 

Our thoughts sedated

By self-righteous “truths”

“Justice” debated

We discuss our proofs

Sanctimonious 

Justifying grooves

For life copious 

Others will suffer

Proofs commodious 

Justify buffers

Selfish opiates

Numb us to others

Loser’s Choice



You get to select your poison

Which horror is your preference?

Public death, headline emblazoned

Common death, little awareness?

Atomized over the French Alps

Unpredictability sung

Life distilled to some Facebook scalps

New’s research: Internet wrung?

Or laying bleeding between cars

Part of cost of modernity 

One of life’s little human scars

Die for Right-Now’s eternity?

Which death is more tragic to you

Public pity: alone & true?

Fate Sonnet in 5



Misfortune arrives

Upsetting our lives

Stealing what’s normal

Fairly informal

Biological?

Maybe chemical?

Sometimes kinetic

Not copacetic

Bad things just appear

Far, sometimes near

No seeming reason

There is no season

Bad is not evil

Just life primeval 

Spring Snow Unwanted



Sometime in April under some black crust

This winter’s last filthy snow’ll liquidate 

No flowers can obscure this world at rust

Snow’s death & decay commemorate

Spring will unleash the green harpies of youth

Fighting out of future switches, blossoms

Adorn ev’ry curling muddy shoot

To which the superficial’ll say: awesome

But as my personal shadows lengthen

I miss the frigid hassles of my youth

Tribulations’ texture made me strengthen:

Learned surviving, becoming astute

Beautiful winter recedes to black muck

Which, if you live long enough, you’ll call luck

Elevated Subway Sonnet



Elevated subways arrive with force

Rumbling, earth shaking thunder under foot

Terrifying physics without remorse

They’re massive dragons that we tolerate

As they rumble off into the distance

With inhaled passengers from the platform

They seem light serpentine monsters of chance

Bending and curving to the land conformed

Watching elevated trains snake around

The buildings and steeples of our New York

Is both magical as well as profound

Making umpteen tons seem float like cork

The iron gìant that we rely on/

Ferocious, fearful and yet somehow wan

History’s Victims Sonnet



History’s Victims’ Sonnet 

History’s victims loiter in my mind

Passing paper bagged bottles back and forth

Saying dangerous things that aren’t that kind

Angry words felt, to try to find due north

These no-where drunkards pontificate on

Discussing their failed loser ideas

Under the street light of victor’s great fun

Like school yard “talking story’s” a career

Still, I cannot evict them from their dreams

Of worth, value and righteous justice

Though I’m told they’re players on losing teams

There’s a nobility in their roughness

The true American soul loves losers

‘Cause we know that’s who god really chooses