Monday, June 3, 2019



A pair of aging penguins
flap their arthritic wings
And slowly wobble their way
down the broken street.  

They know the city water is 
responsible for their and aches
And pains but have no one 
willing to take the blame.

The local bank’s reliable clock 
blinks the hour of the day
And the liquor store’s digitized sign 
prompts the rushing herd… 

Of onlookers to note 
the customary ICE raid has gone sour
And postponed for a surprise 
return the day after tomorrow.  

There will be no crying hatchlings  
tonight and a tired mother 
Hen  and her newborn chicks 
will finally get some rest. 

Bus fare and cold sandwiches will 
once again be ready before sunrise
Tomorrow will be just another day 
at the slaughter house.

Up the street 
at the trash-covered empty lot  
Five adolescent crows 
have skipped school and try to hide.

They jiggle to and ‘fro 
and tease at each other’s pride 
And compare their second-hand 
black leather coats.

Across the way, several silverbacks 
with blistered hands
Lean against the stalwart 
church’s crumbling silent walls.

The jobless troop waits 
for another day of dreams to end
Leaving them
with empty pockets once again.

Meanwhile, down at city hall 
the newly elected walrus
In a pink tuxedo rests 
his tiny legs upon his shiny desk.

Sipping coffee while he stares 
at the stars and stripes 
pinned in his office wall 
while the patronage sloths remain on task… 

Down Main Street, a faded reelection banner sways in the contaminated city air.

© jjméndez 2019

Image: 2018 "Where the Wild Things Are"  –Free Clip Art.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018



How’s it going so far?
Do you yet feel how we citizens
Have been wasting our time?

Our stance on the Common Good 
Now lies in the butcher’s block
Yesterday’s progress is gone… Today
And tomorrow are days already done.

The stench we emanate keeps spreading
Our role in the game of doom is ripe
As we leave our moral fiber in the butcher’s block.

For empty pleasures we’ve let our dignity rot 
For false promises we’ve let our honor left to die
We now squirm like eels in the butcher’s block

Our wounded egos no longer heal
The butcher and his tribe are at the dinner table
We have become the main meal

We are victims to our own blindfolded trust
The lunatics are now ready to dine
And here we are –red rump…

                Mincing in the butcher’s block.
© jjméndez 2018

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

PLANET EARTH (a view from above)

The sky is crying
And the world is watching
While forests are burning
And the homeless are dying

The sky is crying
And the pipelines keep flowing
While the Stockmarket is bursting
And the rivers are choking

The vultures are soaring
And drug prices keep rising
While the old and the frail are suffering
And the whole world watching

The sky is crying
And children are starving
While the fat cats keep licking
And rich keep on hoarding

The whole world is watching
but nobody notices…  

                   The sky is crying. 

© jjméndez 2018

Photo credit: NASA

Friday, June 22, 2018



America, look in the mirror!
Look at your White House  –where deceit reigns
Look at your Congress  –where money talks
Look at your Senate  –where money talks all over again
Look at your Supreme Court –where justice fails
Look at your southern border –where caged children wail...

America, look in the mirror!

© jjméndez 2018

Saturday, February 10, 2018



Sixteen in fifteen
News anchors are the score emcees 
Live at six in the evening screen 
Videotaped down on Main Street
On site at the eye-opening scene  
Procured to entertain viewers like you and me

Sixteen in fifteen
Projectiles racing like thoroughbreds against time
One point zero six flashing strokes for every inch
Of blunt pocket knife whipping the muggy night 
Swarming gnats and houseflies hover over 
Stripped sinew, splintered bone, singed skin...

Sixteen in fifteen 
Infrared-guided missiles flaring in the dark of night 
Arms, torso, and legs soaking the ground
A pool of warm blood slowly flowing… releasing
Anger and confusion on their way to be misunderstood
(AKA justified actions in the name of public trust.)

Sixteen in fifteen
Flashes in the name of self-defense
Bullet holes in riddled fallen flesh
Justice once again shrouded in shame
Badged blind blues have saved the day again 
While the streets are stained in universal red.

Sixteen in fifteen
There are no magic bullets here… the evidence is clear
The score keepers tidy up their throats and deliver
Live in digitized color and at lightening speed
Reaching out to you… in the comfort of your living room
Spoon-feeding the juicy news concocted just for you and me.

Sixteen official blue bullets and one less 
Faceless invisible threat in fifteen seconds or less… 

The network anchors are always there to entertain you and me.

© 2018 jjméndez

Thursday, June 29, 2017


During restless nights when you just can’t
Seem to get a decent dose of sleep, 
Hold long conversations with Venus and Mars
(Mercury is too busy spinning ‘round the sun)
And give them a mindful of your good and bad times

The silent moon is always nearby willing 
To verify all of your impassioned onslaughts
Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus will chant in unison
Planetoids, the stepchildren of the sun, will surely join
Humming a low-key chant to sooth your soul .

At dawn, the distant stars will slowly wave good-bye
And the multitude of asteroids will join with all
The planets to resume their waltzing with the sun 

And your tired eyelids will yield their way 
To reconstituted peace neatly nestled 
In your spacious open heart…

© 2017 jjméndez

© 2017 "Sunrise" by jjméndez

Thursday, December 29, 2016

DAILY NEWS by jjméndez


The dailies 
are getting thinner
The newsprint is 
getting pulpier
And the sales inserts 
just get thicker.

Faux pas news 
spread like wildfire 
Doublespeak rules 
and so does doublethink
Spreading their cyber 
wings of flowery deceit.

Numbing minds is king 
with its entertaining flair
Disinformation pays
much better while 
The burden of Truth 
chokes in stale chatter…

© 2016 jjméndez