The sky is falling

it fell,

already,

didn’t you receive an ice cold text?

Next

Green leaves hug neighborhoods, forest streams

hiding views

of things dead

The sky is falling

on who,

whom,

everyone, sooner or later,

between summer and fall ...

love the fall

beautiful

its colorful falling

collecting 'leafs' into piles of sameness,

I stood upon the hill, that last bastion of the war weary,
I looked upon the city that cried for war.
I saw the corporate concrete capillaries,
maintaining the body belligerent,
lorded over by that which believed
That it deserved the powers of the King.

Marching down

the days before

pushed in dreams

of color...

Kindred of the poor

blessed in time and place

barefooted to cities of the night

taking flight

carrying Mother’s anger

and hating

it

a yoke of time, puritanical

Lifted, somewhat with age

infirmity at the door

wishing more delights

Granddaughters

As I write, I worry about your futures

cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,

children of presidents,

Ivanka and Chelsea

dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf

lifted by money and the media it affords

seeping into the conscious of millions

overwhelmed by closets of red shoes

They may inherit the crown

Vegas bets so