a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

thru an opaque lens 
racist shot jungle bunnies
grim watched the deadstream

©bg 2022

authors notes
my condolences to my fellow humans who lost love ones in buffalo usa 2022 and in christchurch nz 2019 and to any other past or future
victims of hate.

authors notes (cont) - yes jb is a very racist term.
I used it to highlight how racist dehumanise their fellow humans to treat them as something other than humans that need to be culled.
I decided to use the old racist term jb as rabbit populations are often culled for some reasons that often align with white supremacist (can be applied to any supremacist/nationalist) thinking of their fellow human beings.
authors notes (cont)
opaque meaning =not able to be seen through.

yes i am saying racist,supremacist,nationalist are blind.
notes written just in case someone misinterprets this poem to fit their sick ideology.

grand old deceiver

something felt 
broken
flattened
maybe
the goddam earth
had been
folded
by the
grand old deceiver

had it been
shelved
filed
categorised
into
different boxes
decks
to be
reshuffled later
by the
grand old deceiver

will hearts
beat
clubs
will diamonds
wear out
spades
who nominates
who shuffles...
what happened
to the fifth
to the
permanent...
was it
slipped
up the
robed sleeve
of the
grand old deceiver

spite and malice
disguised
as
love thy neighbor
it's just a game
of
cat and mouse
that ends
in
misery
playing solitaire
in rwanda
drunk on ubuki
with
discarded cards
germany
once bent
then was
scratched and marked
by other
cheating
tribes/nations
before and after
germany's
wrangling hands
or
simply
sleight of hand
by the
grand old deceiver

© by bg 2021


the legend off jack doe

second i was born reformed
beliefs just thought i was deaf punk
as my songs got more outta tune
judges thought i was in a down beat funk
geez bees
i was a screaming acid metal junk

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i fretted over the sleepers i laid
left behind me some fresh bending blue tracks
rum amped the bad ass deeds i delayed
as i went on a sustained attack
all day long licking snow off the lines
geez bees
backmasking hypno crossroad neon signs

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i won't leave any one hit wonders behind
no band-aids could ever staunch my minds tempo
as mayflies dance on the crescendo aligned
they screamed out my last stage name
JACK DOE
JACK DOE
i layed down a ghost track critics could reject
geez bees
that i never never used any special effects

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
sow tune into this station
cause the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

© by bg 2021

bargain bin wine

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

down on the ground 

it’s hard, dark and cold 

the gold doesn’t shine 

pass the penthouse monuments 

to where the street beggars mine 

the cities clogged arteries  

where they’re 

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

street preacher coughs and splutters 

tis better to give your debt 

to whores on crack

than  give it to evangelicals 

to save your petri dish souls 

from the hangman’s sack

after you’ve subsisted 

on dysfunctional last suppers  

of toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

its cold ,dark and hard 

telling time living in the sundials shadow 

drawing up dreams from an oil well

riding a unicycle with a rusted chain

hardly gives a performing puppet 

a chance to be a real human 

while living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

seeing stitching scars  on zombies faces

from faith been sown across their eyes

politicians get society’s to trust fall

another generation will march to war

for peace or to save the world 

politicians will turn their crusades

politicians will turn their crusaders 

into an empty blood bath 

in Blood Baths  we raindog paddle 

subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

find their lies chiseled on tombstones 

the hard ,dark and cold stone chips 

feeding the starving homeless pigeons 

in the park where they fornicating flock 

to their saviours monumental stone feet

to hear the politician sing honey songs 

for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices

battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK  

to find their hard earned change

just paid for another doomsday 

MUSICAL             INTERLUDE  

marooned on the rock 

where the song changes scales 

not the empty soulless notes 

the survivors  do come to learn 

while they’re leftovers subsisting 

on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

©bg 2019