Proverbs for the Masked on City Buses

all the piss in the wind
and no cycle to put the engine in

you don’t bring the family to the pig,
you bring the pig to the artist

all the mercury in France
and no chiding to tell the blacksmith with

indeed it is a party,
for amateur photographers sick on lichen stew

never knock out a model,
instead wait for the tailor of the umpire

I once saw a cop wearing a dead horse,
he was in a program to stop the beating

wishing wells are like cosmic ashtrays,
always combustible, and never on the slide

perhaps you need a dunking in the ocean
where your feet get wet and your ears full of sand

are you trying to sound like an angel?
a lie within a lie and the tell-tale of a trial?

behold the lookie-loos, always on the beach at sunset
dismal in their approach and asking are we having fun yet

raise you children with deep compassion, knowing and feeling,
because one day capitalism will be over
but there is no guarantee what replaces it will not be worse
so love them, and teach them to love, to pass generations of hope