covid confusion

covid-19
this new novel thing
and the new thing is
 i got this itch
and it won't stop
i lean down on a knee
and drop
itch the itchy spot and
balance myself to a stop
i look around and
the street is bare
in another time i would be less aware
but now i beware
my feelings of being masked
and the worried stares

you go to the other side of the street
people you see
the people you meet
it's suspect but they see you got the mask
criminal minded an on task
or just a rule follower

break the type

rewrite the burglar hype

cause if you aint got the mask

you asking for trouble

remember the people who

need your cover

follow the advice

don't think once

and never twice.

who am i

i have lived this husk of bone, muscle and sinew
for over half a century.  it's really amazing how fast it's all gone by.
lucky to have lived the relatively pampered life of being born in a prosperous land full of milk and honey called the united states of america for most of that time and quite pampered living on continents where i have called home for a short time as well.
of course the color of my skin has helped put plenty of wind in the sails of my ship along the way to this life of relative ease.
nothing has been remotely like the seeming prosper of what i see in other's instagram feed or a beverly hillbilly turn of fortune but looking at what is out there in the world beyond tv and it's usa bias of hiding away the happenings of the rest of the world i have been blessed beyond measure.

now there is this virus, the economics, the social unrest that the usa must one day reckon with.
this husk I've encapsulated for 56 años has known from grade school that the lie existed and continues unabated, talked about in certain circles, progress slowly made but no real reckoning.
and what am i doing to make the world a better place?  pissed off driving home on the southern california freeway system because people (assholes like me) are in my way.
I don't know.  sometimes i want to just go.  leave everything behind and live as a monk.  Im a good complainer,  but what am i doing to make anything change.

do monks ride bikes?

crying on the internet

i sit in front of my computer
tears running down my face
a three years old documentary of the west bank and gaza strip.
the world is lost
people cannot make things work out for the betterment of everyone,
not even for the majority.
power is corrosive and corrupt.
this is perhaps known by many, maybe those in powerful positions,
their struggle, it seems,  lies in maintaining their position of power and self promotion.
how many times have those who have been entrusted by the people
who have elected them to bring about change
become absorbed into the game of political survival.
to the point that these important voices who represent the voiceless
become voiceless themselves.
it is a natural situation but it is killing any meaningful change around the world.
we cannot rise above this as a human race.
find no sense of common dignity to make the decisions necessary for our own survival
on this planet?
Really humanity it seems obvious to me that your are not ready for this huge lift.
That we are destined to meet the fate of those dinosaurs we lean about in grade school
those same dinosaurs that inhabited this earth for hundreds of millions of years.
we will not destroy the earth.
we will make it impossible for humans to live on earth.
we thought we were so smart.

lucy and my wife

lucy cuts my hair now
she didn't used to
but it's been a while since haircuts outside of home were available or allowed.
lucy is cute.
she cuts my sons hair too.
i think she likes me.
I like her too.
lucy and my wife
get along pretty well
and seem to be the same person.