Feelings are the engine
That transport every notion
Thought is merely freight
Carried by emotion
No one is impartial
Ideas don’t live in air
Logic is an afterthought
You think because you care
Thoughts appear rational
But this is an illusion
We aspire after stars
In dust of confusion
by Richard W. Bray
You can pry
And you can peel
You can flay
You can reveal
Strip me naked
To my soul
Detach my parts
To get my whole
Unlock pieces
That are real
Why I do
And what I feel
But who can ever tell me why
Cannonball Adderley makes me cry?
by Richard W. Bray
Our absolutized aversion to dealing with any kind of tragedy imposed from without has truly dark applications. It is precisely this existential-dread level of ass-covering and risk-management that informs the American security state’s adoption of the drone “signature strike,” in which men and perhaps some bystanders near are killed by drone attack even if we have no idea who they are. Their “pattern of life” in Yemen is just deemed too risky for their existence to be endured by the American military. Fire away.
—Michael Brendan Dougherty
He tried to call his cousin
Now everybody’s dead
American murder bird
Flying overhead
Such a lovely wedding
Did you give your mom a hug
Before the murder bird
Squished you like a bug?
The pattern of your life
Gave us cause to worry
Dispatching murder birds
Who needs judge and jury?
Courageous first-responders
Are likely to get zapped
Ignore the murder bird
And feel its double tap
by Richard W. Bray
You went out for some coffee
But you never came back
Now you call me on the phone
And you wanna slither back
You disrupt and take advantage
Everywhere you go
You owe a thousand dollars
To everyone I know
Do you ever stop to think
About the things you’re doin’?
Do you ever contemplate
Your trail of wreck and ruin?
You’ve worn out every welcome
From here to Timbuktu
After all the things you did
Why should I get back with you?
“I just need another chance”
Is all you ever say
Take your basket full of sorry
And please just go away
by Richard W. Bray
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