When writing the rants in this series, I imagined a stage with a single spotlight and 4 Poets. Each in turn taking their cue from the Poet before and continuing the Rant.

Perfect synch. No breaks.

4 Poets as one. No rehearsal. No preparation.

Myself, Bobby Traverse, Will James and Jay Williams.

We are truly one.

(curtain falls / no applause)

.

the best thing about writing poems

you know no one will read

is you can write about any old shit

and you really don't need to take heed

of structure

or grammar

you can talk

you can stammer

spill wrdos rong

race all over the place

defy gravity

and float into space

.

write about

hairy ass construction workers

dancing around in leotards

or purple and pink double horned unicorns

sitting around, smoking, drinking, playing cards

.

maybe

tall, leggy, sexy, big boob models

chewing tobacco and having a spit

while slow roasting their agents

and burning bridges in a fire pit

.

sill yet

yellow haired sons of Jesus

singin' gangsta rap at their prom

while pot smoking Chihuahuas

reminisce about days long gone

.

hi Q, sear 'n' you

a style for the ages

ancient wisdom spoke

.

confusing jumbled

words, restrictive language stock

i think i will choke

.

text message

LOL

are They real

Mmmmm, hard to tell

oil prices

what the hell

end is coming

hear them bells

.

rag mags

#hash tags

Kardashians

what a scam

designer drugs

Asian thugs

reality TV

stu-pid-i-ty

.

Facebook

Twitter

Blackberry

in the shitter

Apple Rules

Microsoft drools

Wattpad's mess

got us all in distress

.

notifications

don't exist

most postings

gone amiss

messages

now email's foe

good old Wattpad

where did you go

.

I once knew a place called Wattpad

where you posted the best you had

poems so full of emotions

stories of love and devotion

when the fuck did you get so bad

.

fuckup

fuckup

fuckup

fuckup

.

Wattpad's ongoing

.

frustration

.

we have closed all the doors

shit, let's start another war

another act of terrorism

all in the name of religion

in the churches

in the malls

men

women

children

KILL THEM ALL

in the name of our

FATHER

.

politicians

scared little chickens

in their ivory towers

their golden showers

pockets lined

regrets

hahahahahahahaha

so sublime

.

The only good politician is one that is not elected

.

(applause / laughter)

.

What do you call 20 politicians at the bottom of the ocean?

A good fucking start.

.

(louder applause / louder laughter)

.

What do you call an honest politician?

.

(laughter subsides)

.

If I ever meet one, I will let you know.

.

(silence)

.

"We need more money, money, money.

Raise taxes again.

Keep the big corporations happy and tax the working man.

They don't need that second car.

They can rent. Home ownership is overrated anyway.

Just tighten your belts while we cut the trivial things like health care and education.

We are all in this together, but it is you...

the common people who must bear the brunt for us...

THE FUCKING WEALTHY."

.

shifting tides

changing seasons

we've run out of excuses

we know the reasons

.

Peace on Earth

a new rebirth

.

sorry

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Eden will burn again

.

in silence now

I say a prayer

i look around

there is no one here

.

we've done it again

and

at nature's hand

in silent loneliness

i now stand

.

you mock me now

for i am but one

without my Eve

no more will come

.

"You had your chance

you selfish man

no more chances

I've allowed I can

you've destroyed it all

and you will live a life so stark

and when you are gone

I will turn Earth into an intergalactic

Amusement Park"

.

(Curtain falls / no applause)

.

March 30, 2015