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,
On trial
Coming with wind
from over mountain
cold blows
and coal damns children
Needing a room without idiots
intoxication and hypocrites
does Medicaid pay?
Playgrounds behind gates
grate
make bad laws
and, then, break them
never seeing bars
to wake them
On trial
beings loaned by universe
to this?
to death by spiral cuts
Sweet is the street
walking in sunshine
skipping on four rollers
snowboarding beyond boarders
breathing octagon crystals
inhalations
gasping to be
Drowned by the gullies
rushing in silt
smothering fish
flooding the news
food delivered, to the door,
in paper
wax
before its time
plastic feeding cretans of the sea
making hay in rhyme
Been a while, releasing the pressure...
Had a splendid day,
escaped for a while,
the expectant days bearing down,
abiding confusion of what to do, to say
interrupted in responsibility
Can't change them
can't bow to kidnapping, either
can't assuage guilt
cultivated generation-ally
maybe jesus can do that
but, they have jesus
oh, jesus
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Damn, lost that poem with a wrong move of one finger; anyways, a chameleon visited on the back porch this week, sharing colors.
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people!
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Simplicity
Innocence born
does not stay
birthing on cycle
to live again
evidence born by bad men
sailing into bergs, intention-ally
Suns do shine without the shade
rolling in the hay
memories spring from loins untouched
the dog sits by the side
little ones confide
hands slip closer in the night
reaching out for right
gambling for a better plight
Corals reach beyond the bleach
swaying to accordions...
plastic gathers in tides of reason
pundits sing of re-awaking
mushroom clouds tweet of empty seats
gazillion
Purge the superdelegates
from the mist
of blood and tears
sweat
passed down in factories
children's
cover from hard rains
explained
morals, collectively
shared in misery
Burst the gangs of eight
enough said
