In the shade of evergreens
Longevity scents
Wanting imaginings
Overcast
It stormed all night
When I look out
I see dark clouds
Floating about
I know that they will pass
For now they hang around
I scroll on through
The daily news
Of persecution
Death and who’s
Been tilling poison ground
I know that they will pass
For now they hang around
Uncaring
There’s another guy
With an ultimatum
Unbothered unshy
Uncaring who’ll hate him
Listen
When you think the obvious
May have been stated,
Search for a reason
It was articulated.
On His Trumpness
He labeled every Mexican a rapist,
And blacks and immigrants as murderous tramps;
He mocked a disability, will stay pissed
At Muslims who he wants to put in camps;
He said a fellow-candidate was ugly,
And spoke about a moderator’s menses,
Said P.O.W.’s were lesser, smugly,
And wants to stand up walls and barbed wire fences;
He quoted Mussolini; he has stated
He’d lose no backing if he’d kill a man;
I could go on about the stuff he’s hated,
But wonder in conclusion if he can
Convert the greatest nation on this earth
Into a land of negligible worth.
Driving
The time we spend driving,
Instead of conniving,
Should be more deriving
A means of arriving.
The Hearing Dead
No more can I see,
Touch, smell or taste,
Death strikes to free
All I’ve embraced.
But know: I can hear
The flow of a tear.
Rancor
Sludgy rancor lines
The bottom of the crucible
Wherein tongue lies bridled,
Hand idled,
Strength forged.
Roads
Roads are the city’s veins,
And we, commuting corpuscles,
Coursing through them,
Keeping the city alive.
Alone
The joys of solitude
Only reveal themselves to you
If you can take yourself
For company.