Machiavellian Business Snakes

Machiavellian Business Snakes - art by Frost Newton
Spotlights on the fellers
felling old growth trees

Hateful CEOs
wrecking homes of creatures
steamrolling habitats
wiping out wetlands
pulverizing nature

Corporate crooks who factory farm
deceptions at the core
sweeping under carpets
the damage that they do

Parasites fakes
machiavellian business snakes
shortsighted money grubbing
wormy squirmy weasels

Typically in coats and ties
narcissistic weenies
propagating waste and ruin
bulldozing nature

Hatching globs of air pollution
machiavellian business snakes
claiming they know what it takes

All wound up inside a monstrous
zillion dollar tower
exercising strangleholds
flaunting daunting power

Making sure even more life forms die
this barbaric juggernaut
the hollow world of suits
multiplies its knockout blows

Pumping toxins into rivers
dumping plastics in the ocean
all the time refusing to accept responsibility
high strung dipshits
power grasping pricks
raping mother earth

  

Drawing above by Frost Newton

 

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

The Savior

On Powell Street a few blocks up from Market,
a rail thin, black transsexual in hot pants and a bra
is yelling at people, “25 cents. That’s all I need
to get something to eat!

When I put a dollar in her hand, she says in a high-pitched voice,
Oh my God, darling! You saved my life!

And after I walk a few steps past her, I turn and see her
moving through the crowd, probably to the Burger King
or McDonalds where she’ll savor her food
as if it was a gourmet meal,

and maybe say a prayer for me. . .

the one who saved her life.
 
 

© 2017 by Jeff Zable

Selective Taste

I’m eating a sandwich in the parking lot of Trader Joe’s
when a homeless guy appears on my wife’s side of the car.
When she rolls down the window I say to him,
What can I do for you?
Looking at my sandwich he says, “I’m very hungry. Can you help me?
Putting my sandwich down, I take out my wallet, hand him two ones
and say, “This should get you something at Trader Joe’s—good luck!
I continue eating my sandwich when all of a sudden it hits me.
What the hell is wrong with me!” I say to my wife.
Why didn’t I give him the other half of my sandwich!
My wife responds, “You could still catch him if you wanted to!
With that I get out of my car and see him standing in front Joe’s
begging for money.
Here!” I say, and hand him the other half.
He looks at me and asks, “Is it a good sandwich?
Is it good!” I say to him, “It’s chicken with pesto.
It’s the best you’ll ever eat!

When I get in my car my wife asks if he appreciated getting the sandwich.
To which I answer, “I don’t know. I’d have to ask him.
I get the sense that he has very selective taste. . .

 
 

-copyr. 2017 by Jeff Zable

[This piece originally appeared in Tower Journal, 2016]

Have a Pressing Problem?

This place on Sacramento Street
sits you in a catbird seat.
For finery in need of care
Peninou helps you there!

Gamely Pierre Peninou
knowing what your garment’s worth,
glowingly measures girth.
This handiness is brought to you
by expert Pierre Peninou!

Need to hurry? There’s no worry.
Accommodating through and through,
plucky Pierre Peninou!
There’s a fancy logo on his company hat.
Consummate taste shows in that.
Cultured Pierre Peninou!

Pierre mending collar stays.
He impresses proper plays.
Remarkable his craftsmanship
especially with finer things.
Making sure seersucker suits
positively sing!

Whir-rr-rr his machines go.
Knowingly he unwrinkles, blocks, repairs, even cuffs & collars
skirts, culottes, sweats, blazers…
even common laundry bags
spruced up with a winning splash!

Velvet capes he cleans with style.
Get your night gowns pressed with dash.
If you want to you can have
a suit tailor made for you…
crafty Pierre Peninou!

He can reinforce, depill,
stain guard or repel for you.
Flat cuffs cold, that’s old hat.
Complicated stuff he’ll do,
even tiresome dreary tasks
all of that arranged for you,
just call Pierre Peninou!

  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Casing the Headlands

Casing the Headlands

In these hills
enormous guns
defended North America.

Out by Rodeo Beach
mammoth 15 inchers
kept enemies at bay.

Gath’red by these clumps of trees
a ghostly klatch of inductees…
in this air orderlies
from other eras congregate.

Attachés from long ago
in silver hazes by the sea…
peeling off metallic notes
a buoy ripples fiddle dee dee

Gazing at some blue sea stack
(along this coast a shimmery glaze),
taking in thwacking waves

Like Helmut Lang in days of yore
prancing this majestic shore,
a slinky wisp I wander
trails around Hill 88.

Wondering what will be
fifty years from now?
Maybe Gaucho reincarnates
undisturbed and free,

Perhaps they’ll be scooched
beside another wag like me
who also comes to perorate
atop Hill 88.1

  

1 Rodeo Beach & Hill 88 are in the Marin headlands of Golden Gate park, locations which for a hundred years plus were part of a monster military base. Happily, these are now a staging ground for spectacular sunsets.

  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

The Managed Care Machine

This Managed Care Machine

Managed care patients
sit and steam suffering for hours
waiting to get seen

First fill out this form sir
handed wads of paper
hokey arts on the wall
everything in here screams

You’ve Arrived Inside
a Soulless Managed Care Machine

Short shrifts what you get
blinded by fluorescent light
in your head disgust careens

What you think or feel here
remains insignificant
intimidating and surreal
Kafka-esque a world obscene
This Managed Care Machine

   

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Music and Poetry Audio

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      The San Francisco Beat (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

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The Mass Transit Blues

Breaking right through safety nets
no help for the sick
billed a hundred thousand times
whatever is the going rate

Jerked around by Kafkaesque
health insurance bureaucrats
treated like a piece of lumber
peon tagged with ID number

Corporato profiteer robots everywhere
(ambitious souls who do not care and
could not be more cruel)
smarmy suits they swagger
pretending that they’re cool

Where is love where compassion
human warmth out of fashion
space cadets in public spaces
slinging mostly stressed out faces

Tightly wound minions croaking
what does all this mean
jittery fingers palpitating

Trudging down a filthy sidewalk
between trash heap squares and screws
miseries a zillion billion bundled up shoving throughs
between every hangdog face

The mass transit blues

  

-copyr. 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Civil Rights Poetry - The Defiant Ones

The Defiant Ones

Heady Sidney P. & Tony C.,
The Defiant Ones!

Quite a gritty flick.
This unlikely pair,
convicts from a chain gang,
one man black, one man white.

Managing to run away
even though restrained,
to each other chained

Just one step from hostile guns
aiming to blow out their brains…
heady Sidney P. & Tony C.,
The Defiant Ones!

Into swamps & bayous
running out of time,
chased by posse gaining ground
fixing just to gun them down!

Fighting with their biases and
hatred over skin complexion,
somehow these two thrive…

In desperate gits from evil
they manage to survive,
gutsy and determined,
braving existential threats …

Prescient how his film addressed
much today still not done,
how recurring social problems
keep so many on the run.

Pointing pointless bias up,
Hollywood’s dramatic drum…
thrust of Sidney P. & Tony C.,
The Defiant Ones.
  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder