Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Det att kunna sms:a
så vi får slippa stressa
var minut som i ‘högmässa’
fast verklighetsskilsmässa
Bak ratt i morskt morrande bil
kollar vi vår nya app
helt uppslukad av ens mobil
förförisk high-tech fusklapp
Skärmen blir, likt en tröstnapp
för babyn, sällan tröttsam
Vill du bli påsmord
av arga glåpord?
Påstå då att: “Smörgåsbord
styr tanken till slakthus!”
Då blir du misstänkliggjord
och anses för burdus
Skriv: “De störtar nationer
i krig av rått massmord
tar de kål på miljoner!”
Då tas fram honnörsord
Deras rasande blixtsnabba dementi
utgör väl ytterligare barbari?
+)
de, deras = här: USA
Ifrån Verkligheten i exil
hejdlöst vilse när på vår mobil
Samhällets pellejönseri:
Rusa runt, konsumera
kackla på som i hönseri
Hög tid att omvärdera?
Eller fortsätt kokettera
skryta, skävla, jonglera?
Det som börjat krackelera
kommer snart att brisera!
“Nej, lägg nu av! Låt oss försjunka
sanslöst i vår nyaste grunka!”
Children’s laughter eternal
planting enchantment’s seed
sprout into moments vernal
in resplendent light freed
Nourished by Spring showers
youth sprinkled in joyous deed
bloom as Summer flowers
only to fade as Fall’s weed
Then Winter storms shall harshly howl
Nature draws close as starved wolves growl
I just don’t like to stoop down
to place my dog’s fresh poop
(risking stains on hands or gown)
into a bag by scoop!
So I let it lie where left ad hoc
malodorous, right on the sidewalk
But my neighbors got it handled
as dog poop sticks bit like glue
When they get home (here I’m candid)
they just scrape it off their shoe
I allow my neighbors
to do me kind favors!
We ‘commune’ by bumper stickers
and by thought-ending cliches
Feebly democracy flickers
in such debased a malaise
Ever sillier, who’d thought?
Uninformed we get out of sync
society’s bonds worn fraught
Civil discourse gone down the sink
Now in anomie mired
entertained on apps agile
In fantasy conspired
reality’s grip fragile
But what a way to go
when wishing not to know!
To logic & hard facts
I’m recalcitrant
They may hinder my acts
when I gallivant
When finding pliable ‘facts’
I’m thus salivating
as they justify my acts
Aptly stimulating!
Civil or in brawl
I’m the victim
Watch me whine & bawl
here’s my dictum:
Between ‘wants’ & ‘needs’ little daylight
Furthermore I ain’t contrite, all right?
Are we rushing headlong
hearing no birdsong
all unmindful days long
until sounds swan song?
Entitled like baby boomer?
Whining like left waiting dog?
Offended like gypped consumer?
Fawning like corporate cog?
I’d rather live present & cheerfully
than elbowing airily sneerfully!
After having captured Government
Big Business criminogenic
in stealthy coup of empowerment
ethics withered cryogenic
Erstwhile Earnest Citizen
turned Craven Consumer
Now Fantasy’s Denizen
selfish in ill humor
So now we’ve been trumped
back to Poor Serfs bumped
+)
-serf = here: a person doing undignified work at a callous corporation paid far less than his or her contribution to productivity
The clueless White House ambit
emanates from Empire’s
odoriferous armpit:
Absurd acts of ‘high wire’
This (must we not suppose) is:
National psychosis
with full free fall prognosis
by brashest hypnosis
Trump aggrandizes
fantasizes
He tantalizes
scandalizes
Done with can’t-help-himself flair
brazen cruelty laid bare