Latibule

Nothing ejects me from my latibule atop this mile-high oak: do nothing and I’ll be down

What I Said

So here I am, I’ve found that slice of time When I said what I said; I freeze it dry And step toward its body laced with crime To analyze the what, how, when and why. It looks quite innocent from where I am, A figure cloaked in camphor-scented lies, So I get closer till the fog of glamor Lifts, revealing all my tongue devised. Its face glows bright, a blinding flaring red, Its hands are raised, upturned without a care, I look for smile but find a smirk instead, And cringe to see the maggots in its hair. I let time roll to crush its nasty head And plan apologies for what I said.

Drive Safely, America

The roads are icy and the wind is chilling The fog of information thick and clear You aren’t free till your heart is into willing To cut the bonds of ignorance and fear. Drive carefully, America.

America

              Wiped down my cabinets, murphy oil came to the rescue Unpresidented is trending about So I cleared up the fallen snow before it turned to ice And I logged off to look for America

The snow is coming

Now they say the snow is coming Out this way, so we’re becoming All excited for the work that lies ahead. There’ll be driveways needing clearing Icy patches interfering With the plans of children rushing off to sled.

If you must bear a burden

If you must bear a burden, Bear it like a tree. If you must hide a secret, Hide it like the sea.

Aleppo

All of the children You kill and you maim, All those you turn into orphans, They’ll be in your head At the end of the game To burn your supply of endorphins.

Build me a cabin

Build me a cabin Somewhere in the forests of sanity Between the mountains Of absence and familiarity.

Slow down

Floating flakes of snow remind us: time to slow down a bit.

There’s always something to find

There’s always something to find: when you lose your way you come to find a chance to find your way again, a chance to leave your past behind.