Hello My Writing Warriors!
Happy New Year and Welcome to 2018. Let’s all try our best to make this year one for the ages. I know we can do it.
For my first JFW! of 2018, I thought that I would post one of my poems. Enjoy!
Cash Out
Listen Up.
The Prayer Tent slams past raucous midnight.
The Revival roars into Session.
The Master shouts a Sixth Great Awakening.
The OverSoul on an Electric Bolt Bus to Walden Pond where we can cash
all our Lotto tickets in the name of the Holy Spirit.
Thank Jehovah, Shiva and Allah, too
Cause you know the best thing about Jesus was the healthcare.
No Co-Pay when that man from Nazareth came to town.
But this ain’t about the Bible.
We’ve tried that scene. Damn dime store preachers slaved our money and our grace
and skipped town without a trace.
This is the Game.
Bottom of the Ninth:
I See Wall Street Titans dancing on the beach while Main Street Mom and Pops die within reach.
I See the Middle Class gasping for air while all their over medicated children spin the iOS Stare.
I See Millions locked behind Iron Bars of Debt holding Visa Envelopes with silken offers they regret.
I See Washington Politicians suffering for None but their own narrow ambitions.
I See a Robber Baron with red corn silk hair tweeting nonsense in the Oval Office Chair…
And it seems like half the City of Lost Angels starves to cover it up which is NOT FINE
by the Night Hawk because I nearly lost my goddamn nose trying to breath on this
polluted stinking mud ball which used to be so pure back when the Last Mohican Standing ran
the show but now Mother Ocean is a litter strewn McDonald’s Play Land, Fish swim
in plastic molecules of Prozac Happy Meals which come marked down cause every day
is Black Friday on the Internet so Step into my Sales Funnel said the Spider to the Fly.
Cut.
Let’s Try it one more time with Feeling.
Here’s the Message that Stands Vibrant and Strong like
a Blood Red Bill Board, a Flaming Sword on the Vegas Strip:
Get Healed. Now.
Now, Motherfuckers!
Resurrect yourself because Coffee is for Closers and it’s like the old time Prophecy says…
We’re the Ones we’ve been waiting for.
Who Else?
Who Else?
Who?
