CAME BACK FROM ROME

Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis going up and down
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Jasmine trees in full bloom
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
I can’t tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
“Tear down this wall,” or build one to keep people out
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis going up and down
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Jasmine trees in full bloom
Came back from Rome
From where all things come

 

Variations on a theme

Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
High on a hill
Olive trees and Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Take a tram to the city
“The David” eyeing his opponent ready to strike
Donatello’s tomb in the basement of The Basilica of San Lorenzo
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Long lines at the Duomo
A view from across the street
Hop a train to Rome
Bernini’s “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa” at ‘Santa Maria della Vittoria’
The church of Trinita’ del’ la’ Monte at the top of the “Spanish Steps”
The Bald Head Prophet, “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
A cat sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
City trying to close it down for years
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
Came back from Rome from where all things come
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Water taxi taking tourist for rides
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
Woke up at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a king
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, one day you die
Came back from Rome feelin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind

Came back from Rome Redo

Came back from Rome
Fellin’ kinda’ empty
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis taking tourist for rides
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
I can’t tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis taking tourist for rides
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
“Tear down this wall,” or build one to keep people out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another name for dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Came back from Rome fellin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind

Came back from Rome

Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a king
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Don’t ask me to tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American dream turned inside out
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
My jasmine tree ready to bloom
Came back from Rome feelin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind
“Tear down this wall” or build one to keep people out
Water taxis’ taking tourist for rides
Maidens walking their dogs
I wear a red hat just like Trump
You can’t prove God doesn’t exit
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Came back from Rome
Feelin’ kinda’ empty like I left something behind

Ancient Footprints redo

“The ecstasy of Saint Theresa”
The wooden statue of Mary Magdalene in pain
Donatello buried beside his friend Cosimo the elder-a noble gesture
Rocked hard at night
Drank my Chianti from a farmhouse on a hill in Scandicci
Puccini and Mick Jagger
Espresso to start my day
Wine and olive groves scattered among the hills
Hop a train to Rome
From where all things come
The Cat Sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
The city trying to close it for years
Walking the streets, feeling the vibe like I’ve been there before in some other life
Meet a dude dressed as a Gladiator “For 20 euro’s, I’ll pretend to stick this sword up your groin”
Julius Caesar killed at the Curia Pompeiana, the temporary home of the Roman Senate
Wine and olive groves scattered among the hills
Drinking my Chianti
Still feeling empty
Visit the tomb of St. Francis of Assisi
Nuns and Pilgrims in pews praying to the beloved saint
Bald head prophet “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
The Copula only Brunelleschi can do
In Miami
Tan line bikinis
Torn and tattered bras
So I enter the Academia check my umbrella
Turn to my right
Look down a long corridor
See “The David” from afar better than seeing it up close
Walking the streets of Scandicci high on a hill
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Wine and olive groves to my left and my right
Buffed tan maidens
Torn and tattered bras
Turn the corner, Ristorante da Pancrazio look inside, “You know where Pompeii’s Theatre is?” “Downstairs,” the waiter said
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
View of the “Ruins of the Forum” from the terrace of the Musei Capitolini
“You’re going the wrong way, that’s the same obelisk we saw before.” Keep going all the way to the top, The Obelisk Sallustino in front of the church of Trinita dei Monti. “Are these ‘The Spanish Steps’”? “You’re walking on them”, a perfect stranger said
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Workers with hoses scrubbing horses’ heads on Trevi Fountain
“Take us to the Santa Maria della Vittoria”
“You must be an intellectual.”
“No! Just a guy from Miami, we want to see “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa.”
“She’s having a spiritual organism,” the cab driver said
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Long lines at the Duomo
Check out the view from the Piazza across the street
Ancient footprints walking in my shoes

“Ancient Footprints”

Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci high on a hill
Olive trees and Sangiovese grapes
espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Take a tram to the city
“The David,” eyeing his opponent, ready to strike
The Bald Head Prophet, “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Donatello buried in the basement of The Basilica of San Lorenzo
Hop a train to Rome
Walking the streets, feeling the vibe
A Roman dressed as a Gladiator wants 20 euros for a photo of me and him
Cat sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
City trying to close it down for years
The Cupia Pompeia, the temporary home of the Roman Senate where Caesar was killed
Turn the corner, Ristorante da Pancrazio look inside, “You know where Pompeii’s Theatre is?” “Downstairs,” the waiter said
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
Workers with hoses scrubbing horses’ heads on The Trevi Fountain
Bernini’s “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa” at ‘Santa Maria della Vittoria’
The church of Trinita’ del’ la’ Monte at the top of the “Spanish Steps”
A view of the “Ruins of the Forum” from the terrace of the Musei Capitolini
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Long lines at the Duomo
Check out the view from the Piazza across the street
Ancient footprints walking in my shoes

 

Powerless

Ineffectual inept unable yet will crush you in a heartbeat if get in their way congress let 2004 assault weapons ban expire killer’s assault weapon jammed 100 rounds of ammunition would have killed many more victims unable to act yet will crush you in a heartbeat money key to politics not freedom

The Disconnect

Trickle-down economics, the policy of the Trump Administration as evidenced by a huge tax cut for wealthy individuals  and big corporations, will not make America great again, and will not make the American economy more productive. What will make America great again is to empower individual Americans so they can fulfill their potential.

Workplace abuse

I worked for 2 companies in the private sector wherein the authority to discipline employees and the authority to administer discipline laid solely in the hands of one individual. In one case, the owner of the company was the sole authority and in the other case, one of the managing partners had the authority to administer discipline. In both cases, the HR department had no real authority to enforce any violations of workplace decorum and conduct. In the second case I mentioned, a senior partner of the law firm would yell and scream out obscenities from his office suite that was in earshot of most of the other employees, and he did this obnoxious verbal abuse 3 or 4 times a day. The HR administrator’s office was right next to his. But the administrator and now I’m just guessing, seemed afraid to discipline the attorney for fear of losing his job. There is an old adage that never seems to get old: “Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely”; (Lord Acton, 1887); and that is what workplace abuse is:  the power to wield one’s will over another without fear of reprisal.