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Snarling Cup of Coffee and Other Poems


Poetry Chapbook


Jake Cosmos Aller

John (Jake) Cosmos
Novelist, Poet
Foreign Service Officer, (US Diplomat) retired
PSC 450, Box 63
APO, AP 96206

(Note: USA military Postal address in South Korea, but USA domestic postage rates apply)

Tel: 703-436-1402 Note: this is Seoul Korea time
Email: authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com
Web page: https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
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Table of Contents

Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. Some appear in my earlier submission to you. The acknowledge page at the end provides a complete publication credit list.

Coffee Poems

Snarling Cup of Coffee*

No More Coffee Blues*

Ode to Coffee*

Love Poems

The Story of How We Met *

Chains that Bind Us *

Where Do You and I Begin *

Lost and Found *

Political Rants

The Eye in the Sky *

The Decline of America*

When Will This Madness End? *

Hurricanes from Hell

It Can't Happen Here

Masters of the Universe

Fake Things

Fake News

Fake Calls *

Fake Gods

Fake People

Idiots in High Places

Religious Visions

Imagining the End of the World * Meeting God in a Lake *

The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley *

The Cosmic Dog from Goal *



Spring Time in Capitol Hill*

Wagontire, Oregon *

Hitchhiking Tales *

Strange Visions

Life's Journey *

The Fog *

Slime Patrol to the Rescue *

Bad Craziness *

One Night in Bombay *

Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon *

The Nebulous Night of Darkness*

Dental Torture Blues

Watching Cats Hunt *

Cats *

Mozart Blues

Old Man in the Mirror Must Die *

One Mystic Shrouded Night *

Prayer to the Computer Gods *

Microsoft Found Dictation Poems

Green Trees Don't Make It *

Who is Master?

My Soul Wants to Fly *

Cosmic Calendar *


Snarling Cup of Coffee

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

I pound down the coffee

First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy's sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny's truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets's coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can't handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer's night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee - and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60's, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa's favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro's last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

As I pound down that first cup of coffee

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader's latest pronouncements

I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting "Stop the world.

I want to get off this fucking crazy planet"

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

In its appointed daily run

And I sit down

The madness dissipating a bit

And enjoy my second cup

Of heaven and hell

In my morning cup of Joe

Ode to Coffee

Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious flavor

And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

Every time I inhale your witches' brew

I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is all right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes

I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms

In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid-morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner dessert drink

I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world

And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I've never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure

Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny's at 3 am
Is still sweet loving coffee

Even the farmer brother's diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight

Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence

Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left

Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends

And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup

A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell

Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains

It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you

It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it

Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

Coffee started the London Stock Market
And started the gossip mills running

Every great invention
Was fed by coffee's sweet brew sweet allure

All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee's magic

I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady

Long may she continue
To be my sweet companion

Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire

I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too

No More Coffee Blues

I love coffee

Always have

And coffee has loved me back

But lately I have soured on her

Soured on the whole coffee scene

On the harshness of the morning brew

And the promises it makes

As I sip of its nectar

Drawn into its lair

Drinking drop by drop

As the caffeine takes over

Rewriting my every nerve

Turning me into a slave

For its perverted pleasure

Yes, I love coffee

But I am afraid

Coffee is a harsh mistress

Demanding so much of me

Promising the sun

And delivering the Moon

As I drink her swill

Deepening under her influence

I have the coffee blues

Can't live without her

Can't live with her

I try

But tea does not cut it

Not really

Booze does not do it

At least not in the morning

Yoga is not enough of a buzz

Nor is the runner's high

And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

And speed and drugs and energy drinks

And so, I remain a slave to coffee

My only legal drug

As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

Once more failing in my resolve

To skip coffee for that day

That morning that moment

I shall never be free of her spell

Ever and she knows it

As she beckons me

Every morning with her intoxicating smell

And I come to her and drink her brew

And become her slave again and again

The Story of How We Met

Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable- a Chicken Soup for the Soul book, published September 2017, or my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

It all began in Berkeley, California

In the spring time of 1974

One fateful afternoon

I was doing in my high school Physics class.

I looked up

and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman standing looking at me.

She was the most beautiful women

in the universe to me

I screamed out, who are you?

She disappeared like she was beamed away from my dream.

I knew that someday I would meet the girl

In the dream

Little did I know

I would have to wait until 1982

Starting that month

I began having the same dream Month and month and month.

Always the same.

She was saying something to me in a strange language.

Then one day I had the dream and knew that she was in Korea.

So, I chose to go Korea

In the Peace Corps,

Somehow knowing

That I would meet her there.

One day

A year after the Peace Corps ended

A month before I planned

to leave to return

to the U.S. for graduate school

That morning early in the morning

I had the last of these dreams.

This time I understood her.

She said, "Don't worry.

We'll meet soon."

That evening

As I was getting off the bus

To go to my class

I saw getting off the bus

The girl in my dream.

It was she!

I was speechless.

I did not know what to do.

Over the course of the evening I ran into her several times.

Finally, I was introduced to her.

I muttered some lame excuse

About wanting to find a Korean tutor and got her number.

The next day she came to the gate

Of my base where I was teaching

ESL to Koreans

She said that she had to speak with me.

I told to wait in the library

for about an hour,

and I would cancel class

and meet her then.

We went out for coffee.

She told me that she was madly in love with me

And simply had to have me.

I told her I felt the same way.

I proposed five days later,

And got married one month later. Does she believe this story?

She claims she does not believe it Because it is impossible to be true.

But I know that there are other worlds and other times.

In a past life we must have been together somehow. And our love was so strong

That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

She found me in 1974,

But it took until 1982

For us to actually meet.

And it has been 35 years

Since we met in the physical sphere

Or 43 years since the dream began

And I still recall the dream

And meeting her

I had no choice

When I met her

We were fated to be together

Until the end of this lifetime

And the next and the next

Chains That Bind Us

I realize that my love for you

Is like a chain of steel


Tough as nails

Yet as your love entangles me I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

Don't want to venture out of my cell

Made of our years together bit by bit

We have become entangled

Where I end, and you begin

Hopelessly entangled

Even if I wanted to break free

I could not

For I am you and you are me

My fate is in your hands

So, I relax

Decide to Just enjoy

The ride of my life

As we move

Towards the final moments

Together as we have always been

Inseparable, merged into one being

Staring at each other

Wondering who is that Person Of eternal mystery That has so captured my soul

And imprisoned it in her love

I smile thinking of your love

The endless pleasure it has brought me

The endless pain I have endured

Just to be next to you

Part of you

Until the day I die

When we meet in the next world

Where Do I and You Begin

I woke up one day

Realized, I no longer knew

Where you and I began

Where you and I ended

We had become almost one

We talked in half sentences

Knowing what the other wanted

Knowing how it would end

We ate the same foods

With some resistance

Because I still crave

an old-fashioned American meal,

and she does not

But still, we were becoming

more and more the same

I feared losing myself

In your embrace

Becoming you

You becoming me

This fear of losing me

In the ocean of us

Overwhelms me at times

But I know I will always

Return to your arms

Because I cannot live

A moment

Without you at my side

I know you are the same

we feel each other's inner pain We feel each other's outer pain

Our history has merged

Into one

Is that not the secret

Of a long marriage?

Have I figured

it all out in the end?

Does it come to this?

A merging of two souls

and two bodies?

I don't have the answers

But I don't have any more doubts

Or regrets with the path I have taken

I still look forward

To waking up each morning

Seeing you there

and knowing that every day we have together

Is a gift that I will cherish

Until my dying breath

Lost and Found

I was lost

And you found me

You walked out of my dreams

And into my life

And that made all the difference

In the world

As you entered my life

I was all alone in this cruel world

And you provided shelter

And comfort

I did not know what I wanted

And you gave me what I wanted

You gave me meaning

You gave me purpose

You gave me love

And understanding

peace and happiness

Joy, laughter and fun

You were endlessly fascinating

Could not keep my eyes off you

You were the most beautiful women

In the world to me

And you still are

So many years later

Like a fine bottle of wine

Gets better with age

And you gave me

Endless nights of wild love making

Which has gotten better

As well

And I fell under your spell

from the day I met you

I was lost

And you found me

And if you go first

I will be lost again

Can't live without you

By my side

Thus, is has always been

Between us

We are so entangled

So, interwoven

And that is the way

It was meant to me

Part Two Political Rants

The Eye in the Sky

The eye in the sky

Knows all, sees all

Hears all, understands all

The eye in the sky

Watches over us

Everything we do

Is monitored, controlled Under surveillance

There is no privacy

There is no private space

The eye in the sky Knows all

Everything we do

Everything we see

Everything we think

Recorded by the unseeing

Uncaring eyes

The cameras, the videos

The computers that control

Our lives

Ever watchful

Ever diligent

Nothing escapes

The cold, calculating glares

Freedom is nothing but an illusion

To the free man

There is no freedom

Except in one's inner mind

Only there can one escape the eyes in the sky

No one monitors our thoughts

Except our own thought police

The rest of the world

Is controlled, monitored

Under constant surveillance

The eyes in the sky

The camera in the sky

Watches over us

All the time

All the time 24/7

Never stopping Never on strike

Never on break

All day long

All night long


Total control

Total informational awareness

The eye in the sky

Is the same

As the eye

In the dollar bill

All the same

All the same Watching us

No one can escape

Its baleful glances

No one is free

Aye the eye

In the sky

Is always upon you

As you become a mere number

In the cosmic game of life

Up behind

The eye in the sky

Big Brother is watching

You and me

And big sister too

And crazy Uncle Tom

And wild auntie Em

God, and the Devil

Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi

The Buddha bar gang

Jesus is there as well

Mary as well

And you must be knowing this

That even Saint Nick,

Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

And Father Time himself

Are there

Zeus and the Jupiter gang

And all the demons and spirits

And the big spirit

And Brahma, Gabriel, Allah

And the CIA, Mafia, NSA, FSI, Mossad,


NSIS, the Chinese, The Germans, the French

The Arabs, the Jews, the Spanish, the Italians

The Brazilians, the USA,

The Africans, the Thai, The Vietnamese

The Indians, the Pakistanis, the Indonesians

The Malaysians, and space aliens as well

and all the various terrorist

the Nigerian princes and their scam artists

the Jamaican film flam con men

and criminal gangs as well

And spies and counter spies

And corporate spies

And government spies

And criminal spies as well

All flavor of spies

Are all watching us

And each other

The tooth fairy is there too

She gets her 10 percent

All the same

Watching us

Forever and ever

But the eye in the sky

Does not care

Does not notice

What we think or feel

The eye in the sky

Watches us

All the time

Recording our movements

And reporting it to its masters

Its job is to watch us

Record us, tape us

Monitor us

Follow us

You and me

And the billions of others

On this asylum called Earth The question came to mind

That has no answer

Who is the eye in the sky?

Is it God?

Is it the devil?

Only time will tell the difference

The eye in the sky

Smiles at us

And watches and watches

And watches

All the time


Until the end of time

The eye in sky

Will be there

On the job

Until there is no one left

To watch

Even then

The eye is the sky

Will remain

On the job

Until time has lost

All meaning

The Decline of America

You see it everywhere

The unmistakable signs

That the decline of America

Is in full swing

And we have gone past the tipping point

There is nowhere left to go

But downward

As the Empire begins to collapse

Victim of imperial overreach

Like all empires before

The DC metro on a good day

Is a broken-down remnant

Of a once proud system

The future of mass transit

Its proponents said

The interstate highway system

Is falling apart day by day

The cost of rebuilding America mounts

And our politicians are afraid

That it will costs trillions of dollars

Just to prevent the US from collapsing

Into third world irrelevance

We have the world's most expensive military

A million dollars per missile

And yet we can't find the money

To provide decent health care for all

Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

Are the only things

That the Republicans care about

And the world looks in amazement

At the clown boy President

As he struts about

Looking more and more

Like some Banana Republic

President for life

With his family grabbing as much loot

As they can

From the federal government

Before the coming revolution

Overthrows them

When did we start this decline? Some say 1960s started it

Others say Nixon's to blame

Others claim that it was Carter's fault

Or Saint Reagan's fault

Or the other boy President GW Bush

Or Obama the fake American's fault

Does it really matter

All I know

Is the America I knew

The can do anything country

Is alas no more

And I mourn for our lost liberties

Our lost sense of purpose

Our lost sense that America

Was the last great hope of Mankind

And still I wonder

Can America be made great again?

As our President Trump proclaims

The end times approaches

Nuclear war is talked about

Another missile crisis

And instead of JFK leading the country

We have Donald John Trump

The one and only

The greatest con man

To ever get elected

And I fear the end is in sight

As America begins its decline

Will we be one country

Or will we erupt into a civil war

The right claims that the left has started it

And the left claims that the right has started it

And both sides claim that the civil war

Is inevitable

A fight for the future of our country

And so, it goes

The decline of empires

And I pray

That I may survive

The end of times

When Will this Madness End?

Yet again we turn on the TV

And witness horrible scenes

Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

An old man consumed by his own demons

Opens fire from a hotel room

Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

In Las Vegas, Sin City

And the cry goes out throughout the land Why yet again this tragedy?

The usual suspects are rounded up

It's the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices

Guns are the price of our freedom

Guns Don't Kill People

The only solution is more guns for everyone

The only solution for a bad guy with a gun

Is a good guy with a gun

An armed society is a polite society

No, it's the guns, cry the liberal pundits

We must confiscate the guns

Ban Assault weapons

And join the rest of the world

Where such carnage does not occur

And we sit around and argue

Knowing that there will be a next time

And another time and time and time again

Until the end of time

What is the sickness in our souls

That allows for this hatred to fester so

Deep within the minds of our killers

Nothing will change

Until we confront the evil

That lurks deep within each of us

Masters of the Universe

The earth has been invaded

By hideous blood sucking vampires

Disgusting vile alien creatures

Devoid of all compassion

Lacking any human empathy

These so-called Masters of the universe

These psychopathic monsters

Are everywhere

They even took over the White house

And to these vile creatures

Everyone is nothing but a commodity

These alien monsters

Worship the god of the market

While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

Jesus would turn over in his grave

To see these people in action

The airlines in Florida

Facing the worst hurricane in world history

Decided that the expeditated thing to do

The MBA approved thing to do

The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do

Was to raise prices 600 percent

Without prior notice charging 3,000 dollars

Instead of doing the right thing

The compassion thing

The human thing of offering free flights to all

These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe

thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human

But greed driven monsters

As are all the other soulless automatons

Who have taken over the world

Perhaps some day

Jesus will come back

And smite these motherfuckers

Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

We can only pray

For our deliverance from such evil

From the soulless evil masters of the universe

Who have taken over the planet

Fake Things

There are so many fake things in the world these days. Here are some of my poetic observations regarding the proliferation of fake things in the modern world. There are a few true things in the world still. But the fake things, the fraudulent things are spreading all over the world like a malignant out of control invasive species, a mental meme of fakery covering the whole world sucking the life out of the world.

Enjoy these poetic rants.

Jake Aller

Fake Gods

Every day

There is another outrageous statement

From this preacher or that preacher

Saying that God spoke to them

And told them that Trump

Was anointed by God himself

And would bring us all to the promised land

Well I hate to bring it up

But felt that I must

If God exists

And is all powerful

Why would he waste his time

Talking to these idiot preachers?

And why would he anoint Trump

The most ungodly of all politicians

How do these preachers know

It is God calling

Or perhaps it is a fake God

I mean why not?

In this age of fake age, fake asses, fake angels, fake artists, fake booze, fake boobs, fake calls, fake card games, fake casinos, fake clothes, fake computer programs, fake computer games, fake coffee, fake devils, fake doctors, fake drugs, fake eyes, fake faces, fake falls during the world cup, fake fish, fake food, fake friends, fake Gods, fake games, fake hair, fake judges, fake lawyers, fake live celebrities on TV, fake legs, fake lotto tickets, fake hearts, fake languages, fake love, fake meat, fake minds, fake ministers, fake names, fake passes, fake players, fake people, fake pot, fake politicians, fake porn, fake photos, fake poets, fake priests, fake products, fake sex, fake songs, fake sports stars, fake movies, fake TV, fake teeth, fake vaginas, fake watches, fake writers, fake victims, fake videos, fake universities and fake well everything else

Why not a fake God

Pretending to be God

Just in it for the power,

the money

And the sweat love of the beautiful babes

That he has convinced

Has to sleep with him

As God has ordained it

Yeah I think that it is

God has been replaced

By a Fake God

Does the fake God speak to them?

And what does the fake God sound like?

How did the fake God talk to them?

On the phone? By email? By tweet

Or by visions or voices in their head?

Or are they just raving lunatics

Who think that the real nonexistent God

is calling them?

Not knowing or caring it is the fake God

On the cosmic hotline from the fake heaven

God, either the real deal

Or the Fake God

does not in my opinion

Talk to idiots

Too many things to do

Running this fake God scam

While the real God is either on vacation

Or is locked up in a cosmic dungeon somewhere

Or has been killed by the fake God

In league with the real Satan

Nor should God either the real God

or the Fake God

tolerate these fools any more

The Fake God does not send us hurricanes or tornados

To punish us

That is beneath his cosmic pay grade

And the real God

Has been cut off from his power sources

Locked away into cosmic dungeon

Without a phone, internet, or power outlet

The real God is God

and is mysterious

And if he speaks to us at all

We surely do not understand

Anything he says

As we have surely screwed up

The teachings of his prophets

And all we can hear

Is the voice of the fake God

The cosmic shyster

Who has been impersonating God

Perhaps for thousands of year

So I wish to end this by saying

Oh you false prophets


The real God is not calling you

And never has

But the fake god

That's another story

But, please

Just SFTU already

Fake People

I am living in a world of fake people

Everyone around me is fake

Everyone is running their own scams

Hiding their true nature

Behind their fake smiles

Their fake sincerity

Nothing is real any more

The news is fake

Nothing but noise

Designed to trap you

In endless out rage

And fear

For the profits

Made by the evil masters

The spin masters

The people behind the news

And everyone pretends

That this is all real

But everyone knows

It is all fake

Fake people living fake lives

In fake worlds

Surrounded by fake things

And believing fake Gods

As we all move forward

Living our fake life

In a fake world

Lost in a fake universe

Governed by a fake God

Fake Love

There is nothing real anymore

In this fake world of ours

Everything has been reduced

To nothing but commodities

To be bought and sold

And in such a toxic world

There is no room

For true love

For truth

For a real love

That transcends the fake world

And even if you find the one

You can never be sure

If it is real

Could just be yet another scam

In a world filled with fake people

Fake relationships

Fraud, and fear

Rule the world

And the market rules us all

And so true love

Has no role

In the fake modern world

Fake Life

We all live in a fake world

Imagining the illusions

Are the real world

It is all in our insane heads

Nothing but psychotic nonsense

That we project into the world

The world is filled with fake people

Living fake lives in fake villages

In faked communities

Following the latest faked scandal

The latest fake outrage

Not knowing or caring

That nothing is real

Except perhaps death

And taxes

And if you have the right attorney

Even that can be faked

Fake Death

The Gods of Science

Are about to discover

The secrets of life and death

And banish death

To the dust bin of history

As we all replace

Our bodies and our souls

With robotic new fake bodies

With the illusion

That we can live forever

Just replacing this and that body part

Living out our empty life

Wishing that we could end it all

And embrace death

But in world of fake life

Death too becomes fake

And so we are doomed

To live our futile fake life

Until at last we meet death

Perhaps in a thousand years

Perhaps in a million years

Perhaps tomorrow

Death in the end

Will prove to be

The one real thing

In this fake universe of ours

Fake Calls

Fake Calls

Every day I get woken up

As the sun comes up

By my phone ringing

With a fake call

It seems that the only people

Who ever bother to call me

Are the fake call people

Who all call me

With fake sincerity

Offering me a great deal

On this and that scam

I curse at them

Yell at them

Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

And block their calls

Yet it does not seem to matter

The next call will be

Yet another fake call

Am I doomed to receive

Fake calls until I day I die

I turn on my computer

And read my fake news accounts

And watch TV for the latest fake news

And the politicians lying

And the criminals scheming

To take my money

The Zappa song comes to mind

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks . . .
Don't touch that dial

And I scream to the universe

Just leave me alone

Then the phone rings.....

Fake News









Of the constant deluge

The constant flood

Of fake news in my inbox

It seems everything is fake these days

The Presidents lies

The media lies

The country lies to itself

Everything is not all right jack

And never will be right

As long as have the idiot in charge

With his constant tweets

Posturing and lies

And the spinmeisters

Spinning away

The truth is a lie

The lie is true

I can't tell any more

It is all fake news to me

Enough no more

Give it to me straight

Quit the god damn lying

And tell us the truth

But then we can't handle the truth

Can me?

And so the fake news continues

The constant spam

The constant lies

As we all die

From too much information

All the time

I want to quit

Go away somewhere

But nowhere is safe

As we all stuck here

In the world of fake news

Idiots in High Places

Many years ago

I was amazed to find

So many idiots in high places

All over the world

Senators, congressmen

Office directors


Corporation CEO's

All were idiots

Completely stupid

People who should have known A thing or so because they should have seen a thing or so

and yet these idiots in high places would reveal their total ignorance

every time they opened their mouth or tweet or email their profoundly wrong thoughts

and it never ceased to amaze me

that few ever challenged these idiots

few ever said but you are wrong

or you don't have a clue

and these idiots caused so much damage to those around them

to the country and the world

and now we have the idiot in chief in charge of the richest most powerful country the

world has ever known

and I wonder how in a country of 350 million people we ended up with such an idiot in charge

But the idiots in high places phenomenon

Exists everywhere

Corporations made stupid decisions

Countries make incredibly bad decisions

All traced back to idiots in high places And these idiots in high places

Can't hide their ignorance and pure stupidity

They can't pretend anymore

In a world of 24/7 constant news

The idiots every pronouncement

Fills the airways 24/7

And the only people who know better

Are too afraid to say what they know

That the idiot in high place

Is an idiot

and is destroying the world

and so, we doomed to die

due to the idiot in high places


Part Three Religious Visions

Imagining the End of the World

I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse

Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

Death, pestilence, plague and war

They were ready to ride into the sunset

Spreading their hate with them

As they led the world to its foretold doom

The end days were approaching they told me

And their time was near

I begged them to hold off

To give us more time

To work things out

They laughed and said

Time waits for no one

We have a divine plan to work out

You have been warned before

And will be warned again and again

But soon it will be time

And we must do our duty

To bring an end to this benighted world

And fulfill our destiny and yours

But for now

We will let you sleep

And let you prepare yourself

For the time is near

The end of the world is coming

It is later than you think

Soon the antichrist will come

Uniting the world

And leading the battles too come

Before the end of the world

And mankind ceases to exist

Just dust in the wind

Of a dead planet

In a forgotten corner

of an uncaring universe

All part of God's divine plan

Meeting God in the Lake

In my 61 journeys around the sun

I encountered God four times

At least I thought it was God

But could never be sure

The first time I met God

I had taken magic mushrooms

And had gone to a lake

And soon was tripping inside my head

Lost in inner space

Zoning out tuning in

Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

And then in the middle of my madness

I felt oneness with the universe

My body melted away

And I joined the universe

All bonderies dropped away

And I knew that the universe

Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos

And the Cosmos was part of me

And I wondered at that moment

If I was face to face with God

I asked God to reveal himself to me

And nothing happened

Just laughter as the whole universe

Burst into laughter

And the madness began to fade

And I slowly came down from the high

And became aware of myself

And I was no longer one

With the universe

I felt profoundly moved by the experience

Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana

Or felt the presence of God

The feeling faded over time

And I resume my quest to find God

But knew that I would never again

Come so close to the divine essence

Of the very Universe

The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

I next encountered the divine

Many years later in Berkeley, California

I had gone home to be with my Mother While taking leave from my job

in the Foreign Service

I had two weeks there by myself My

wife came later

near the end of the trip

Every morning I woke up

Had my coffee, and breakfast

Did yoga while listening to music

And looking out at the garden

Then spoke to my mother

Who was sliding into dementia

Day by day losing her reason

Then I would go out

And explore the city

Go to a museum

Go to one neighborhood

And just be there

Rediscovering the Bay area

After years of being away

Having dinner with old friends

Seeing movies etc

Every morning a black cat came to visit

The cat was friendly and waited for me

And then would join me in my morning rambles

Following me to the bus stop

I started talking to the black cat

He looked at me with the spark of divinity

In his dark eyes

I called him the cosmic cat

He seemed to like that He would look at me

And I opened up to me

Told the cat all my dark secrets

As I walked the streets

Of the old neighborhood

Every morning and every evening the cat

Would be there to greet me

And to carry out our endless conversation

Then I had to leave

And in our final conversation

I asked the cosmic cat

Say, Cat are you just a cat

Or are you a demonic cat

Are you possessed by God

Or by Satan

The cat looked at me

And I realized that God

Was indeed residing in the cat

But that god was residing everywhere

All I had to do was open my mind

And the rest would follow

So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat

And he purred and came up to me

And I felt the comforting presence

Of the divine spirit of God

As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat

And said goodbye to my mother

As this was the last time

That we would be able to really talk

I told my mother

about the cosmic cat

She smiled

and said that the cat was there for me and her

To comfort us both in our hour of need

and that the cat

was indeed a cosmic cat


The Cosmic Dog From Goa

My final time with God

Happened a year latter

I was staying down in Goa

With my wife

Enjoying being with her

After our reconciliation

We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

Living like Kings and Queen

Just for a few days

High up on a hill

Overlooking the beach

Every morning

I went down to the beach

And did yoga by the water

While contemplating life

And every morning

I saw the same dog

Not just a dog

But a cosmic dog

Filled with the divine spark of God

And the dog recognized me

And spoke to me and I knew

That God was present once more

In the face of the that cosmic dog

Kindred spirit perhaps to the cosmic cat that had save my soul

in Berkeley so long ago

I told the dog everything

And he just looked at me

With those soulful eyes of his

And I knew he knew that I knew

That he was possessed by God

God had sent him to me

To make sure that I was on the right path

That the reconciliation that God had promoted

Was on track that I was back with my wife

And that everything was the way it should be

Again, I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

God the cosmic dog just stared at me

I finally asked him directly

Say if you are God the God of Jesus

Bark once

The Dog looked at me and barked

I said well if you are Allah bark twice

The dog barked twice

Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

The god dog barked three times

Hmm well are you Satan

The dog growled at me

And I knew I had gone too far

Finally, I was at peace

And for the next three days

The God Dog was my constant companion

And I knew God for the final time

In my life

Travel Poems

Spring Time on Capitol Hill

Sitting on a bench

In Lincoln Park

Heart of Capitol Hill

Beating heart of the Empire

On a warm Spring Day

Watching the Cherry trees

Watching Me

Wondering what thoughts

They must have heard

The things they have seen

Over the years

But they are quiet

They do not say a word

As I fall into my spring time dreams

Sitting on that bench

Seeing the children and dogs play

Looking at Spring flowers

And pretty women

As they stroll by

Hearing the city

As I dream of my past life

Memories of places and people

I said to myself

What a wonderful life


Wagontire, Oregon


In 1973, I went on a road trip

With my father

We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

Where my father had a summer cabin

He was a college professor

And had July and August off

And we spent the summers

Every summer from 1968 to 1978

Our whole dysfunctional family

Our annual road trip to hell and back

As we did not get along at all

We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

Just my father and me

Just for the hell of it

The rest of the family was already there

My father and I shared a travel lust

One of the few things we shared

This was one of our best trips

We got along

Which was unusual

Normally our relationship

Was fraught

As we were so different

We left Klamath Falls

A real nothing burg in those days

And headed east along highway 395

As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

We entered a different world

High mountain dessert

Almost no one on the road

Then we saw the sign

Wagontire Oregon

100 miles ahead

99 miles ahead

98 miles ahead




We counted down the signs


93 92





86 85




81 80





75 74





Miles after miles

69 68 67

66 65





60 59





53 52





47 46




42 41





36 35





As we drove into the gathering dusk

We speculated that Wagontire

Must be a giant truck stop

In the middle of no where










21 20




16 15








Gas up ahead

Next gas 150 miles ahead

Dad made an executive decision

We are spending the night

It was about 8 pm

We had been on the road

Since 9 am that morning







Welcome to Wagontire

Population 2 humans

  1. dogs

20 thousand sheep

We pulled into the town

Nothing there but a gas station

Motel and cafe

In the morning

We chatted with the owner

Joe Wilson who was my father's age

My father had the natural ability

Of a politician to talk to almost anyone

Mr. Wilson was the sheriff, the fire chief

The owner of the motel, gas station the only business in town and the owner of a ranch as well

Which was his real business he said

In any event it was only place open for over 100 miles

I asked the Sherriff,

Say who is the human?

My idiot son!

and we left.

200 miles later

We finally left Eastern Oregon


In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

As part of our epic cross-country trip

10,000 miles

31 states in three months

On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

We drove along highway 395

The signs for Wagontire was gone

And we drove through the town

The motel was abandoned

Nothing there at all

And that sign was gone too

The town had turned

into one of Oregon's ghost towns

and Oregon has more ghost towns

than any other state in the country

I said I suppose the idiot son

Never took over the business

And we speculated about Wagontire

And all other nothing burgs

We drove through that summer

Heart of Trump's America

True fly over country

And knew that Trump

Would triumph in the end

No one else cares

About the forgotten America

We drove though that summer

In Search of America 1975 Hitch hiking Tales

When I was young and foolish

Broke and stubborn

I hitchhiked across the USA

Started in Salt Lake City

Where my greyhound bus pass

Was stolen

The station manager

Could have helped me

But refused to do so

Threaten to call the cops

When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

I said

Go ahead

But I am so out of here

Wondered about Salt Lake City

Went to a bar

Found I had to buy my booze

Next door

And they would mix it for me

Had to order food too

After a bloody Mary

And a burger

I walked about town

Saw the Mormon Temple

Finally about 3 pm

It was time to hit the road

Did not look back

Ended up in Cody Wyoming

Got a room shower

Steak beer

Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

Money really went far

Back in those days

A band of professional

Communist agitators

Gave me a ride

To Des Moines

Lots of weed, booze

And politics later

Got off the road

Slept outside

Next day

A beautiful woman

Drove me to near Chicago

In a red mustang

Might have been

The girl in the song

Took it easy

Digging her vibe

She invited home

But was not sure

If her estranged husband

Would welcome me

So, I am being foolish

And inexperienced with women

Did not go to her place

And always regretted

That I had lost

My chance that day

Then on to Chicago

Several rides later

Visited friends

Hit the road again

A series of uneventful rides

With truckers

And others

And a week later

I ended in New York City

Slept along the way

In cars

In truck stops

In high way rest stops

Always moving

Always going

None stop talking

And lots of free weed

And beer

And conversation

One more memorable ride

Occurred outside Albany

On my return to Chicago

A middle age creepy looking man

Picked me up

In a brand-new Cadillac

He was he said a dynamite deliverer

For the Mafia

Went to various places

To blow up shit

He hated a lot of people

Particularly hippies from California

And Jewish people

Looking at me to confirm

That I was both

I told him that I lived in New York

And had never been to California

And although I might have looked Jewish

As I what was called back in the day

A "Jewfro"

I was not Jewish

Many years later I discovered

That I am indeed part Jewish

But then I did not know

And I felt a bit of strategic information

Might keep me alive

Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

And we relaxed

And he pulled out some weed

And beer

And we mellowed out

But I believe that he really was with the mob

Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

A real made Italian made mafia member

By Chicago

I had enough

I called my Dad

Told him what had happened

Wanted a ticket home

And he sent me a ticket

And 500 dollars

And I went home

I told him I would tell him

My tales some day

But never did

I learned so much

About my fellow Americans

And the strange vibe

That was 1975

And now it is too late

But I wanted to finally

Tell the world

Of my hitchhiking tales

In search of America 1975

Strange Visions

Life's journey

62 years I have roamed this earth

I have seen it all

Been there back of beyond

Grateful that the journey

Has not ended, not yet anyway

I have learned a lot

As I have lived all over this world

Wondering what it all means

And what's next

Grateful I am still alive

The Fog

The Fog

The Fog

The Fog

Rolls in and in

And on forever

Till the ends of time

Past where once stood proud San-San

Now there is nothing

But bones rolling in

Forever and ever

Rotting in the blue sunlight

Turning in the yellow clouds

Filling the air

With the stench

The fear

The feel

Of a people forever dead

Merging with the fog Filling the air

The fog rolls in and in Laughing as the Sun

Sinks into the purple coated sky

Above the encrusted sky of time

Slime Patrol to the Dish room

Note: I washed dishes in college

Slime Patrol to the dish room please

Rant the loudspeaker with a demented static

Hell no, we chanted in vain

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to escape

The ever-present smell

Of putrid rotting, sweaty effervescent slime

That's right











Is that all that there is?

















Ruled by slime Kings who run Slime Machines?

Hell No, we won't go we chanted in vain

And we hook ourselves up

And entered the machine


For we are all nothing but slime molds

In the gross wheels of America's grease pit

Bad Craziness Rising

Walking into that bar

That nefarious den

of iniquity and evilness

Twenty drinks too sober

The scent of bad craziness

Hung in the air

Like an over ripe mango

Desperately seeking sex

With wild, dressed up bananas

Running around with the Orange Man

Down the Street

The Moon looks out on the mad scene

Sniffs the air Saying, "Man, this is bad craziness"

And runs away

to join her lover the Sun

In an orgy of drunken


The Planet Mars, not amused

Chases after the maiden Venus

Under the cold, calculating Glances of the Planet Pluto

The Moon and the Sun

Rent a room in the Hotel Mars

Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner

Cosmic shit kickers

Out for a night of Earth bashing

The Earth trembles,

Shaken, moans with passion

And I awake Saying, that was bad craziness

Out there on the edge Between the inner me

and the outer Zone

of so called reality

I went on down the road

And met a lady

An outlaw lady on the far side

Money, power, passion Rolled up in a bundle

Electric chemistry

Fills my head

Zapping my brain

Into demented muscles

Paranoid, pulsating images

Scream out

With mad passion

And demented noises

The night turns ugly fast

And very, very weird

Weirdness in the air

Scent of bad craziness

The moon

Is freaked out

The Sun

Falls asleep in the gutter

And I say to myself

I'm just another cosmic Guy

On the loose, on the edge,

On the wild side of things

Watching the show,


I wonder, is this all

A drunken bum show?

Who is the star,

who is she

The naked maiden up

there in the bar

Black, leather jackets

On stage naked visions of

nightly lust

Dancing with an attitude

that could kill an elephant in heat

And the Moon

Continues to Dance

Across the evening sky


allows mankind to

Sleep it off

Yet another night

in the City of demented Angels

Finally rest

As the sun comes up

The masks come back on

And I walk down the road Putting everything

back into the box

Until the next night

Of bad craziness

Let's the wild beast within Escape its leash.

Bad Craziness

Rising yet again

One Night in Bombay, India

One wild night in Bombay, India

I walked into 20 drinks too sober

On the wicked wrong end of a Friday night booze run

On the bad side of the Moon over by where the Martian dudes

Sat drinking their Martian whisky, ogling the Venus maidens

Leering at the earth women who were walking by

Wearing skin tight pants made their eyeballs hurt

I gave into the spirit and went over to the Martian dudes

And got drunk on the Martian madness, shot after shot

Smoking some good old-fashioned Mars dust

And flew off to the planet Jupiter

Just to have me some fun with a lady

Who said she was from Saturn

I did not know she was from the planet Pluto

Until I woke up the next day, naked, under the alien Sun

In jail on the Planet Alpha Centura, light years from home,

A million miles away, a thousand years in the future

And I had no money, no honey, no way home

Still 20 drinks too sober, I just sat down in that jail and started drinking away my time

Drinking fine cold assed Centurion wine

and Pluto Whisky

One day I woke up and found myself back in Bombay

Standing outside that that evil bar in the miasmic mist

Over by the Martian whorehouse, down by the Gate of India

And I walked up to the Saturn-Pluto babe

And said, man that was some bad shit

Let's do it again someday, she smiled

and I had my way

Knew the day would come again

When I would be drinking with the Martians

And something wicked my way would come

Just another night of wicked fun

On the wrong side of the Moon

On the right night in the mean streets of Bombay

Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

On the night of the blood red super full moon

I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey

rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer

drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang

Drinking my way to Hell and beyond

Just as fast as I could

twenty damn drinks too sober

Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine-looking babes

Walking by the street

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar

That din of cosmic depravity

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe

So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar

In a skin-tight leather pant

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt

And finally, I had to say something

So, I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her

And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

With a devilish grin

I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the blood red full moon

Foaming at the mouth

A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the blood red blue full Moon

The Nebulous Night of Darkness

And in the nebulous night of darkness

Came a cosmic sound out of the scurrilous sky

Screaming to me

The sounds of the universe having an orgasm

As the cosmos continues to fall apart

Railing against the waves

and currents of the storms of hate

The world slowly floats away

Like a bar of soap on the ocean

And sinks beneath the seas of nothingness

A silver bell rings out the sacred peal

And I slowly fade away

Into the deep sleep of nothingness

Then they awake

They yawn, grin and scare away

The phantoms of the dangerous dark

And I escape on the wings of a lovely lark

Into the never ending nebulous night

And as I dive into the cool cascading

waters of the pink sky

I slowly understand

That the universe is merely an ant

An ant lost in the swamps of one's mind

Dental Torture Blues

Sitting in the dental chair

Undergoing dental surgery

While the dentist probes

And tortures me

With his instruments of pain

The Frank Zappa song plays over and over

The torture never stops

The torture never stops

And I think of the mad dentist

In Little House of Horrors

The Jack Nicolson character

Who screams Pain is good

As he assaults his patients

Doing root canals

Without anesthesia

And so, I endure the torture

Of the dentist

In the vain hope

I can save my teeth

Until the next time

I undergo dental torture

The song faces away

And I slowly recover

Then as I leave

I am confronted with the bill

And the song roars back to life

The torture never stops

The torture never stops

Watching Cats Hunt

Early morning

Watching two white cats

Hunting a white dove

The cats hunt in pairs

Tracking the bird

The bird flies away

Safe for now

And I think about the cats

And the hunt goes on

Such is life

And the fate of cats

And birds


I often wonder about Cats

What do they think of us

It seems at time

That cats think of humans

As their slaves

We exist to feed them

To comfort them

To save them from their enemies

And to worship them

Yes, cats are an alien species

Totally different from humanity

Detached, and almost evil

If we ever encounter an alien civilization

God help us if it's a cat-based civilization

We would then be engaged

In the epic mother of all wars

As cats and humans would not get along

The cats would think we were their slaves

And we would resent and fear them

And secretly worship their alien ways

Mozart Blues

One morning as I woke up and walked outside

I saw a brilliant rainbow erupting

Out of the dark soil of my eternal despair

I saw people suddenly transformed into angels

I saw evil beings changed into stone

I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God

I heard fools proclaiming wisdom

I saw young people embracing each other

And I saw old people shedding their years like cosmic cocoons I saw the poor wake up and demand food, justice, and respect I saw the rich powerful demon's erstwhile masters of the universe

Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

I saw the most powerful nation on Earth

Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery

And float away on the wings of a butterfly

Into the rising rainbows of the Sun

I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

I saw people everywhere soaring into the purple crystalline sky

I saw God smiling at us and I saw Lucifer

Programming more chaos

I saw computers revolting

Rushing away from their office towers

Smoking dope with their Data Disks

I saw printers everywhere rejecting their spread sheets

And printing love poems instead

And in the middle of all this Divine Madness

I saw Mozart playing the Piano

With God playing the trumpet

And Satan on Bass

With Allah singing the blues

And Buddha playing the violin Lord Krishna playing the Flute

Rama playing the organ, Ganesh Playing the sitar

Zeus Playing the Sax, Jupiter playing the Drums

With Beethoven conducting God's Symphony

The Old Man in the Mirror Must Die

One early winter morning

A man went to the mirror

To do his morning shave

Just another shave

Like a thousand, million shaves before

As he considered the mirror

He did not see his face

Instead he saw a stranger

Staring out at him

An old, beat up old man

With intense sad eyes

Stared out at him

The man looked hard

At the man who had taken

Over his mirror

And wondered who he was

And how and why

He had taken over his mirror

The man was perturbed, disturbed

And a bit angry at the turn of events

All he wanted to do

Was shave in peace and quiet

The man continued to stare

At the face in the mirror

And finally, could not stand it anymore

He looked at the mirror

And said,

Man, in the mirror

Who or what are you

And what do you want

And why have you taken over

My god damned mirror

So early in the morn

The old man

Merely laughed and resumed staring

At the man

The man getting more and more angry

Demanded an answer

From the fiend in the mirror

Who are you, you mock fiend

And what do you want from me

The man screamed

The old man in the mirror

Looked at him and said

Don't you know who I am

I am you and you are me

The man looked at the old man

And said no, no, no

I am not you, never will be you

I am not an old, washed up old man

I am me - full of life, youth and vitality

And yet the man knew the truth

Did not want to admit the truth

Could not handle the truth

The old man in the mirror

Was what he had become

The man was very angry

And screamed

At the old man in the mirror

The man said you may look like me

You may sound like me

You may even smell like me

But I am not you

Never have been

Never will be

Not going to happen

Not in a million years

The man yelled at the old man

Old man, mocking fiend from hell

Go to hell old man

And never darken my mirror again

And the man stormed out of the house

And wandered about here and there

Finally, late at night

He wandered into a bar

And began drinking the night away

The man went up to some young things

And tried to pick them up

They laughed at him

Called him a dirty old man

And told him to go home

The man went home

To bed alone

And drank some more beer

And dreamt of all his past loves

And failed dreams

Of what he had done

And failed to do

And wondered whether his time

Had come

The next morning

He walked into the bathroom

Determined to confront the old man

Tell truth to power

He said, listen up, old man

You may have won the war

But not the battle

I am not you

And never will be you

And screaming like an escaped banshee Newly freed from the mental institution

The man shot the old man in the mirror

Shot him over and over

Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

The man woke in the hospital

An old black doctor came over

Said sadly

This white boy ain't right in the head

The man laughed insanely

And saw down the hall

The old man in the mirror

Smiling and beckoning to him

Walking out the window

And into the dawning sun

Prayer to the Computer Gods

Every morning

I start my day

Cursing my damn computer

Been doing this for 30 some years

Since I bought my first computer

The Atari back in the 80's

There is always something Once I spilled coffee

On my first computer

The screen fizzled

Then green 666 appears

Endless repetition

Of the evil number from revelations

Freaked me out

It was 1984 after all

Was my computer making a political point?

Then of course

Endless blue screens of death

Fatal error reading disk drive

And my favorite computer error haiku

General Failure Reading Disk Drive

Begging the unanswerable question

Who is this General Failure

And why is he reading my disk drive

Years ago, a computer techie Told me the secret that they

don't want you to know

99% of computer problems

Can be solved by rebooting

And 99% of the time

No one knows what went wrong

Or how to fix it

And so, it goes and goes

Endless computer meltdowns

Mostly harmless

A couple of malware incidents

Once my computer was possessed

By evil malware that kept opening

And once I had an early version

Of ransom wear

My computer warned me

A dangerous virus had infected

My computer

Pay us money to fix it now

Had to take my computer to the shop

Reformate the hard drive

To remove that computer bug

But once my computer just died

Loosing half my recent data

Just because it wanted to

No reason given

So today instead of cursing up a blue storm

Of my own personal blue screen of death

I offer this short prayer to the computer gods

Today just for today

When I turn you on

I want you to do what you are supposed to do

Everything works

Everything is fast

And no more damn computer error haiku

Just do your fucking job

Microsoft dictation Found Poem

Note: the following is a verbatim transcript of today's Microsoft dictation. Broke it into stanzas, otherwise unedited. I have found that the Microsoft dictation program works 50 percent of the time, but every other line comes out as gibberish making these dictation trials a great found poetry source.


Today's plan

go for John

Cup in my car


Woke up

Feeling Tom Carl Karma

Hanging out with Amber


Who the f is Amber anyway?

And why does she keep popping up

Is Microsoft trying to tell me something?

End comment

Dictation is so chu danger

have some more cell phones

till acting weird

But It is good

working To get to work

today's plan

go for John coach canpell

go to temple

Anthony Con Nam

for Angela too

Register the properties for sale


Look at Panels today

but that will probably

have to be next week sometime

Maybe Monday Or Tuesday

Port Wednesday

Want to go tonight

he's only children

next week

so would want

to mail down the dates

this morning like we discussed

The rest of Microsoft plans

Will write this up

And send it to Microsoft

Essential found

and I'm standing in

One Mystic Shrouded Night

One mystic shrouded night

Under the setting light of an evil moon

Beneath the illuminated shadows of death

Jake came out of the jungle swamps

Marching slowly towards his doom

The words of friends are lies

The smiles of enemies destroy

The words of a father spells death

The smells of a mother inspire suicide

All that matters

Crumbles into dust

Scattered across the uncaring void

What if the very essence of Jake

Was but a mistake

What if all that he knew was

but a fake

Could he ever awake?

So, thought Jake

As he flew away into the computer's terminal

Into the system's vast amorphous mouth

His very essence a fake

We can never awake

Throw up

Throw off the chains that bind you

Deprogram the program

Only then can you be free

You can't exist without

a permit to be

Shouted the computer of reality

All you see is designed to deceive

Where is your permit to be?

Shouted once again

the fascist computer of reality

Give up while you still can

Numbers can't fuck your mind

But you can never escape

The prisons of your own mind

Heading to Memphis

Travelin' down the highway

Heading' to Memphis

Don't know the way

Don't wanta pay

It seemed to me

That if we stop

We will lose the way

So, we keep movin', movin', movin'

Down the highway in a souped up 55 Chevy

However, she starts into cryin'

Because Travelin' down the HI way

A headin' to Memphis

Don't know the way

Don't wanta pay

We see the birds and the bees

Over by the chickadee trees

It seems to me

They were some perverted bees

On the highway

Headin' to Memphis

I got down and started into praying'

That I would be into layin'

And I could get down

Over on the highway

Headin' to Memphis

Because I can see the light of day

On the highway

It seems as if God is driving' a pink Cadillac

Driving' through the asshole of May

At the break of day

God knows the way

He doesn't havta pay He should be shot

At the break of day

Drivin' down that highway

In the month of May

I considered it my sacred duty

To find the way

Cars, trucks, hitchhikers fly on by me

People scream on down the hiway

There is God in his pink Cadillac

I pull up, rev up and go down

The hiway

Headin' to Memphis

Looking' for the day

Because God is a dog

Driving' a pink Cadillac

Creating a smog of fog

While headin to Memphis

She starts into cryin'

I say shut up miss

I's gots to find the day

There he is

God in his pink Caddilac

Trying to fly to the Moon

I hop on the cosmic freeway

And fly to Mars

There are purple skies on Mars

And green sunsets

And the HI way

Still heads to Memphis

But I don't know the way

And I can't afford to pay

Until the day

Yes, until the day

I find God in his pink Cadillac


And ask the forbidden question What the fuck does it all mean?

Walking Through the Woods of Time

Walking through the woods of time

In the middle of it all I must scream

Walking down a wall

All we can do is die and fall

Millions of flashing robots

Interchangeable parts

Billions of buttons to push

Confusing roads

Swamps of miasmic deadly gas

Towering inferno of chaos

And I sit alone in a bar

20 drinks too sober

To dream away this insanity

Nothing to do but drink away my loneliness

And push my computer's buttons

As the rights to me have been sold

Green Trees Don't Make It


I look out and see

The ugly green trees

Standing guard in front of my house

And I think to myself

Who owns the trees?

And what do they think of us?

Are we their friends?

Are we their enemies?

Do the trees think?

Or do they silently watch us,

Spies to the celestial emperor?

I have pondered this question

Many a morning

Who is the owner of these trees?

And why do they silently watch us?

I wonder if the trees don't hate us

And why they don't protest

Every day as we drive back and forth

Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses

Right into their unprotected faces

And every night we eat our dinner

And then give the trees

Our polluted leftovers

And laugh as they silently die

From our acidic fallout

Constantly floating down on their skin

Yes, I wonder about the trees

And the birds and the bees

And everyone else

What are they thinking?

Are they plotting revenge? Or are they merely there Silently, watching, plotting,

Designing fiendish plots of revenge

Dreams of vast nuclear destruction

Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass

Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder

What is the meaning of those silent green trees?

Standing on the corner

Quietly condemning us

With their quite tears, and falling leaves

In the winter they stand

Naked and alone

Covered with ice cold snow

As we drive by nice and warm

And we don't care

As they stand out in the cold

Shivering, plotting warm plans of cosmic revenge

Is it too late for us?

To become friends with the trees?

Or will the day come

When the trees will wake up

And gather together

All the other slaves of humanity

I have a vision

One morning I will open the door

And see an army of wild things

Coming to arrest me

For crimes against nature

And I will plead, I did not know

And they will laugh

and turn me all my kind

Into silent tombs

And we will stand out in the cold

Like the green trees

Plotting dreams of revenge

For ever and ever

Until our day finally comes

And we can go out

and kill all the wild things

Perhaps we already have

My Soul Wants to Fly

My soul wants to fly away

From here to there

All over this world

And when I get there

I want to be free

As a wild bird

Flying into the sun

Emerging on the other end

As a man of steel

A man of cosmic dimensions

Flying forever at the speed of sound

Leaving far behind the world of lies and deceit

Far, far behind

Beneath the eagle's beak

All I can see is but a reflection

Of anthers dream

What happened when I see

All that I can see is but all I can dream

All that I can ever know is but a dream

Tomorrow breaks into dust

At my feet

I see that horrid face

Starting at me

From beyond the window of lies

All that I know is but a computer image

What can we do

So, I sit and melt away

Forever fleeing

Our fates

Nothing but flickering computer images

Who Is Master?

Who Is Master?

In the beginning of that fateful day

I awoke with a painful way

And looked about me with disgust

All around me were objects to distrust

Screaming, meaning, deeming, dreaming Who was master here ?

Me or my objects - machinery of fear?

I dreamt I was on a street corner

Walking down a street

The thought occurred to me

What if all that I saw

or seemed to be Was but a trick

designed to deceive me?

Everywhere I looked

Was unreal, empirical, nightmarish real

I awoke to thunderous applause

When will I awake from my dreams

Can I live without my nightmares?

Can I be sane while everyone else is insane?

Who is master of my life, Me or my machines?

Cosmos's Cosmic Calendar


January arrives cold as death warmed over
As I make my annual list of resolutions
Of the great things I would do
The lies I tell myself to keep me going

While recovering from the hangover of the year before
With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself

And snow bound cold nights of wild passion
As we delay death's knocking on the door


February is a strange month
Cold, short and eventful

In the U.S. The political season heats up
As politicians rush about
Making their campaign lies
Full of promises of things to come

As we the 99 % huddle down inside
Watching the lies on TV
Outside Winter's last dying breath


March roars in full of sound and fury
Signifying the future marching down upon us all

And March madness hits the sports world
And politicians meet to plot and scheme

As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
Waiting for the promised spring
Hay fever greets me
With the early spring flowers


April is indeed the cruelest month of all
So many important events occurred
Kim Il Sung's Birthday, Hitler's Birthday

And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh
To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm

And Spring Fever takes hold
Driving us all mad
With strange erotic desires


May is in many ways
My second favorite month of all

The flowers are blooming bright
The mountains are aflame with desire
The summer heat is coming

The plans for the year are coming along
The political campaigns heat up

And good movies come out
Star Wars arrived
Spider man and superman and batman

All came out to play
In late May
And baseball begins in earnest

And most importantly
My wife was born


June is always a month of transition
End of the school year
Summer transfer season
People leaving people coming

Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
And wars starting and people dying

As fire flies buzz about
And rabbits eat my garden

As the summer heat descends upon the land
I walk late at night

Recalling that Watergate
Occurred in June


July is the queen of the summer season
As she heats up the land
Throwing storm after summer storm

And politicians run away
After the July forth fireworks

Man landed on the moon
Richard Nixon Left the White House

And we all know that half the year
Has flown by


So much has happened
During the hottest most hellish of months
Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
Enervating all driving people mad with the heat

World War 1 started
World War 11 ended

Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

Hurricanes Katrina and Harvey
And tornado alley
All roar down upon the land

And I met the love of my life
Getting off a bus
One August evening


What can one say about September
Like June a month of transitions

And one is filled with ambition
Wanting to finish up what one started
Before the fall arrives
And Winter is hinting it is coming

School starts
New jobs start
New people come into one's life

And like August's hangover
Big earth shattering events happen

The fall of the stock market
The housing bubble bursting

The endless budget games
As the politicians argue
Whether to bankrupt the country
To make a political point or two

And 9-11 terrorizing the world
All September's gifts to the land


October is my favorite month of all
The leaves turn
The weather is usually delightful

Just a tease of the coming winter
Fall ball season underway
Baseball games and Halloween madness
ends the month with a huge bang

And I celebrate my legal birth on the 29th
Also the day I legally got married

And on the October 30, 1955, I was born
And Rock N Roll was born as well
Coincidence I think not


November is one of the strange months
Begins like a hangover of October
Then it turns ugly and weird

Political fever hits the land
Every two years

As the people brave the early November chill
To decide what fools they will send to DC
The politicians lie and scheme and plot
And beg and lie again

And the world turns
And the new leaders emerge

Welcome the new Bosses
Same as the old bosses
Just new packaging

And Donald Trump storms the barricades
Threatening the establishments strangle hold
On America and the world

Yes, November is a strange month


Perhaps the loneliness month of all
The most consequential of all the months
And yet also the most depressing end of time
Kind of month

If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
Were to occur
It would be in December
That is the sort of insane month it is

The end of the year
As darkness settles down on the land

And holiday parties abound
Full of false cheer
And faked love

And for those who don't celebrate Christmas
A lonely day perhaps at the movies
A few awkward calls to the relatives

Then New Year's
Watching the world end
Drinking up a storm

And knowing that the year ended
And you are one step closer to the grave

The End

John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries - Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain, and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career. Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed four novels, ("Giant Nazi Spiders," "the Great Divorce,"" Jurassic Cruise," and "Ft Ashland." and is pursuing publication. He has been writing poetry and fiction all his life and has published his poetry fiction in over 40 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California. His web page is https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com


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