baby boomer blues

(tanka)

you worked all your life

at some run-of-the-mill job

just to make ends meet

yet you are somehow convinced

your life is better than most

-

like a slave you worked

and you followed all their rules

only to find out

you were played for a dummy

by a system that doesn't care

the helpless majority

(tanka)

i don't want to write

about our failing system

but i can't break loose

from the despairing feeling

if i don't, i help it fail

-

but that's not to say

the words i write mean a thing

cuz the sad truth here

i like most have no control

over what is said and done

our children's children's children

(haiku)

someday they'll look back

and analyse what happened

to america

and why it gave up

it's claim on the future good

so damn willingly

and how it could trade

it's sense of truth for folly

and love doing it

they will read and gasp

at how easy it was fooled

by clowns and tv

the dummy plan

(tanka)

the no healthcare plan

is probably the best plan

they can come up with

which we'll end up paying for

because it sounds like a plan

breaking down

(haiku)

i'm finished with this

trying to make sense out of

all this senselessness

and it's not just here

it's going on everywhere

and no one knows why

-

too many people

standing on all these platforms

with rickety legs

for a moment there

(haiku)

i have to admit

it felt good watching grown ups

question a grown up

then came their reply

and once again i slipped back

into kiddie land

my haiku

these snippets of me

i admit crudely degrades

an ancient format

but nevertheless

serves my own definition

of true poetry

which is to express
the wonder of everything
in a word or two

-

awestruck i'll mutter

before the great throne of god

a few feeble words