Machiavellian Business Snakes

Machiavellian Business Snakes - art by Frost Newton

Spotlights on the fellers
felling old growth trees

Fatboy business CEOs
wrecking homes of creatures
steamrolling habitats
wiping out wetlands
sacrificing nature to install
a bloody strip mall

Corporate crooks who factory farm
practice mutagenics
global warming’s just a start
sweeping under carpets
the poison deeds they do

Bulbous parasites these fakes
machiavellian business snakes
shortsighted money grubbing
wormy squirmy weasels

In their hackneyed coats and ties
narcissistic weenies
chasing tin pot strategies
bulldoze all that’s in the way

Spewing starkly dangerous
plumes of air pollution
machiavellian business snakes
claiming they know what it takes

In reality they hide
inside brazen towers
interested in strangleholds
monopolizing powers

Choking every creature in the forest
quite capricious making sure
more and more
life forms disappear

Hollow and barbaric
a juggernaut this world of suits
multiplying knockout blows
pumping toxins into creek beds
dumping plastics in the ocean

All the time refusing
to accept responsibility
high strung 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?

A place on Sacramento Street
that sits you in a catbird seat.
For finery in need of care,
Peninou, he’ll help you there!

Gamely Pierre Peninou
knowing what your garment’s worth,
glowingly he measures girth.
Brings unrivaled service to you…
plucky Pierre Peninou!

Need to hurry? Do not worry.
Accommodating through and through,
skillful Pierre Peninou!
See the fancy logo on his company hat.
Consummate taste, it shows in that.
Cultured Pierre Peninou!

Pierre mending collar stays.
He’ll impress proper plays.
Remarkable his craftsmanship
especially with finer things.
He’ll make sure seersucker suits
positively sing!

He’ll unwrinkle, block, repair, even cuff & collar
skirts, culottes, sweats and blazers.
Pierre spruces laundry bags
always with a winning splash.
Velvet capes he’ll brush with style.
Get your night gown pressed with dash.
Suits he tailor makes for you.
Crafty Pierre Peninou!

He will reinforce, depill,
stain guard & repel for you.
Flat cuffs cold, that’s old hat.
Complicated tasks he’ll do…
Call on Pierre Peninou!

  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Casing the Headlands

Casing the Headlands

In these hills, occurs to me
the remains of fortress walls…
the housings where great guns
once stood to defend America.

Here by Rodeo Beach,
before there were A-bombs
mammoth gun turrets
kept enemies at bay.

Gath’ring under clumps of trees
a wistful klatch of inductees…
in this place orderlies
from distant eras congregate.

Attachés from long ago
in silver hazes by the sea…
backlit by metallic notes
buoys, fiddle dee dee!

Gazing out at blue sea stack
(along this coast a shimmery glaze),
taking in the crashing waves

Like Helmut Lang in days of yore,
a slinky wisp perambulating
prancing this majestic shore
wandering ’round I lurk and ponder Hill 88.

What ghosts will some
strange cat see
fifty years from now?

Will there be another batch of
narley spirits by the sea?
Gaucho reincarnates
loping scrubby straits?

Maybe they will perch
beside a dreamy wag like me
who also comes to perorate,
a little philosophical
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

The Managed Care Machine

Managed care reptiles
building up steam
suffering for hours
waiting to be seen

First fill out this form sir
handed wads of paper and a clipboard
hokey art darns the walls
everything in here it screams

You’ve Arrived Inside
The Soulless Managed Care Machine

Short shrift is what you get
blinded by fluorescent lights
through your head disgust careens

What you think or feel is
deemed completely insignificant
Kafka-esque this place obscene
The Managed Care Machine

   

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Music and Poetry Audio

The following tracks are performances by author Robert Lane Wilder with music by Anthony Sepulveda.

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

 

      Playa Bunnies (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Cheap Apartment Living (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Chillin With Gerard (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Cliffside Hovering Pelicans (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Legend Edward Hopper (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Employment Today (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Unfulfilled Desires (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      A Hard Pressed Modern Goth Grrl (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      A Freedom Rider Cool (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Props for Stig (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

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The Mass Transit Blues

I.

A useless thing this safety net
no help for the ones who get
billed a hundred thousand times
the going rate for getting sick

Swindled by Kafkaesque
health insurance bureaucrats
jerked around
fingered like a piece of human lumber
treated like a grim subhuman
tagged with ID number

Corporato profiteer robots far and near
pawns and peons racing ’round
(ambitious sorts who do not care and
could not be more cruel)
corruption breeding cavalier
greed that’s seen as cool

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

In a tizzy wondering
what does all this mean
jittery fingers palpitating
challenged brains everywhere

Trudging down filthy sidewalks
between trash heap squares and screws
miseries a zillion billion bundled up shoving throughs
between every hangdog face
the mass transit blues

II.

Snapping turtles left and right
emblems of the grand dysfunction
underpinning urban blight

  

-copyr. 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Healthy Sign - Deep Ecology in SF Bay

Healthy Sign

Flip flap happy ducklings
trawl a brackish pond
eleven fuzzy downy feathered gadwall ducklings
not a single one has ever faced danger

Mother goose watches them
chasing eel grass tadpoles fish
encouraging to see eleven
energizer ducklings

Sunlit days thru SF Bay
visions of these flash within
eco conscious minds like mine
a palpable inordinately welcome
healthy sign

  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder