Lovers

lay your hand on top of mime,
for a while

feel

come what may and May does spring

easing winter’s dull

unless you go downhill

lay your hand on mine …

Time does very well.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

~ William Shakespeare

The Third Way

dusting off

collective crimes

claiming the mine,

minds

causally raping pleasures of time

not knowing the canvas

that burned out stars
are dust...

The rust
corrupting us

cloning wars
arming children
preaching hate
radio faints
neo-asshats
spilling oil
spending dividends
undeserved
too dumb to fuck
loading magazines
of intent
caring less
with no regret
to children

even the Highwayman knows

Peace

needs no paint

if everyday saints

dust no more

Trump is here.

Visas

Come to me

broken hearts

slaves of war, ignorance and torture

be with me as before

wishing no more war.

As always, my fav...good late evening...