‘Facebook Philosophy’ [response to Aaron Belz]

Every couple of months or so
a person that you do not remember
or connect to on any facet
of your present life
contacts you and talks to you and pretends
they know you or perhaps
they really do, yes, its more likely
that they do, but so much of your life
has disappeared behind a haze of
kush nights and tequila sunrises, that t
here is no hope of ever recovering who
they are or where they fit.

What parts of you are fading
with these many unknown adds?

Ballad of Madonna [ballad about a famous person]

Kabbalah goddess whore
Entranced by old folk lore

adopted 12 black kids
they wish they all had S.I.D.S

from naked Cosmo looks
to writing children’s books

Britney spears tv kiss
tabloid ploy hit and miss

lots of money spent on tour
most of it on Ensure

Brennan, The Zamboni Driver

She smiled and pulled the trigger back,
a slam of sound did ring.
"Look what you've made me go and do.
Now take back your god damned ring."

Two bodies lay in the room with him
and hour before he rose
with cold hands that dripped with mistress blood
and stained sheets around his toes.

no sirens came to comfort him,
no lights or suits of blue.
He wished to God that there was time
to make this scene untrue.

He picked the magnum .45
up from the grisly floor.
He put it into his mouth and then
he shuddered to his core.

He had not resolve to join them both, but
his scarred face shows his regret;
His still pink wounds and patch of flesh
will not let him forget.

With ruined, shambled life and cast,
he left town without a word
and now he rides the great Zamboni,
but of this I'm sure you've heard.

He came to this town in hopes that he
could live without explaining
just what had brought him to live among us
or tell of all his failings.

Now watch yourself, don't let him know
of all the things I've told.
It's quite a shame what's happened to him
in his life so bleak and bold.