Perpetual Motion Machine

Frenetic Perpetual Motion

Well, here we are again.
Another tragedy has set
the same,
in motion.
Soon enough,
it will spin on its own;
the secret of perpetual motion
will be unlocked.
There will be no
or even slowing.
Candles are lit,
names are called,
insults are flung,
pat answers are
given by those
who have never
given any thought
to the questions—
the real questions,
not the ones on
everyone’s lips.
These are the folks
who believe what they read
but read only
what the powers-that-be
deem acceptable.
These are the folks
who long ago
willingly gave up
the freedom to
think for themselves,
submitting to the
of the schools,
the internet,
the Hollywood elite,
the big businesses in bed
with government geishas—
and they’re just as likely to
be sleeping on the left side of the bed
as they are on the right.
Maybe even more so.
(It’s easy to hide your infidelities
when the rest of the country is
helping you do it.)
But I digress.
The point is that
you can save yourself
the trouble of posting
your More Love; Less Hate
messages. Your Facebook
friends are not responsible
for the deaths of all those people.
Your Facebook friends
are not contemplating
mass murder.
I know.
I might be wrong.
I have been before.
For grins and giggles,
let’s say that I am.
Let’s pretend that
Ashley from the nail salon
has had enough.
She has stockpiled
her guns,
she has drawn her maps,
she has studied the
demographics and
shopping trends.
She’s ready to go out with a bang,
but before she does so,
she needs to check Facebook.
(Doesn’t everybody?)
Now ask yourself:
What happens when Ashley
sees the latest example of
your virtue signaling?
If, for even a moment,
you entertain the idea
that Ashley will
put down her weapons
and change her plans,
it might be time for you
to put down your iPhone,
tell your kids that you love them,
and crack open a book:
preferably one published
before last week.


Skylos Brings it to the Top Again


How does one know the difference
between self-preservation and self-effacement?
Distrusting appearances seems like a good place to start,
but where does one travel from there?
When foolishness is wisdom,
weakness is strength,
and suffering is good for you,
is recognition of humility pride?

Parables, commentaries, and critical analyses turn me in circles
—and leave me in a heap with my tongue hanging out.