Photo by A.D. Winans
SAN FRANCISCO BLUES
Iran, Iraq, Libya
Africa, ethnic cleansing
Bill Gates, Donald Trump
And the Pope
All selling their own brand of dopeA mayor who is a joke
A bus system that doesn’t work
Head cases walking the street
Punk Rockers with rainbow hair
Women with pierced genitals
Ginseng for tired bloodMy illusions are fighting a duel
With my delusions
The last time I picked up
A white courtesy telephone
The voice on the other end was mineThe dates on my calendar are blank
The pinball machine has no flippers
There’s no prize in my crackerjack boxMy radio plays nothing but commercials
My hand holds my cock in contempt
My love life is an unread resume
With one too many referencesI had a dream
I was a gunrunnerTrading hardware for software
I want my photo on a cereal box
Not a milk carton
The IRS is a legal shake down
The Pentagon a slaughterhouseJack the Ripper sliced and diced
His way through London Town
And he wasn’t even a chefFreud was impotent
But put on a good show
Monks know the truth
But won’t share itYou know you’re in trouble
When your shrink deals in fantasies
And leaves you with his realityMy life has become a distraction
No addition and subtractionsWhen it becomes an abstraction
I’ll know I’ve found success
Another winner, Al. Much praise to one of my favorite poets.
Another soul slinger. Fine blues, Winan.