Don't believe 'em

Stuff Will Happen (we don’t know what)
By GC

It’s gonna work out
no matter the doomsayers
remember Malthus,
he had us all starving

It’s gonna work out
no matter the doomsayers
last century’s prediction,
“we’d drown in a sea of horseshit”

It’s gonna work out
no matter the doomsayers;
once saved by the combustion engine
current prediction: “ it’ll cause our demise”

Pay them little attention
dire predictions just don’t work out
we can only guess mankind’s future
and so far doomsayers have been dead wrong

Nutcase

Multitasker
By GC

Crackpot
polyglot
spoke
in tongues
even he
misunderstood

Crackpot
polyglot
fought
with himself
wreaking havoc
in his head

Crackpot
polyglot
couldn’t
contain himself;
listened to
the voices

Crackpot
polyglot
ended up
on a city
sidewalk,
babbling

Up there

Head Game
by GC

There’s a tangle of brain
crammed up there in my bean
computer like neurons
click on and off
recording the input
making sense of it all
there are sponges to sop up
everything I might hear and a
hard drive to keep it year after year
it’s a big mess of grey stuff
a wild whacky wilderness
stuck between my ears

Flood

Water, water every...
by GC

Spring of seventy two
water three feet into
the second story of
Mom and Dad’s place
made a real mess

The remmnants of
hurricane Agnes stalled
in New York State melted
mountain snow filled
the Susquehanna, flooded valleys

Furniture was tossed
to the curb, floors
warped and buckled,
walls had to be torn out
-- mother nature erased lifetimes

When Dad came back
to rescue Kim the cat,
he surveyed the scene and
muttered that he came in to the world
bare assed, he was going out the same way