Once upon a simpler time

A land was found so nice

That people came

From all the world

To share the paradise.

The leaders, in their wisdom,

Formed a great democracy,

And every person had a voice,

And every man was free.

But as they wrote the laws,

There was a fact

They didn’t heed:

That freedom

Can be undermined

By man’s inherent greed.

One day they chose a leader

Who had said he’d

help the poor,

And though the man

Was filthy rich,

He wanted more and more.

He told the people

That the way to make

Their system healthy

Was to dig a little deeper

In their pockets

For the wealthy.

As you guessed,

The poor got poorer–

The rich would never share,

And so the people voted in

A greedy billionaire.

 

 

i slice through the thin night air

unimpeded

my shifting shadow lies

a thousand tiny lights

slide around the metal

of my bicycle

i suppose it’s a bit

surreal

for the drivers to see me

in their headlights

racing on in the night

with two bags of

groceries

(Originally posted 12/16)

 

images mirror

sky of

me make

,wonder

pool a if

water of

easily can

,eyes my fool

is else what

?illusion

–Photo by me

i see your smile

it stirs my mind

like a memory

from a cherished

time

i see your eyes

they flash at me

like a lighthouse

beckons ships at

sea

i see your heart

it makes me whole

like a feast before

a starving

soul

She frowned at me and said,

“Sometimes you know just

What to say to make me mad!”

 

Ergo I answered her thusly,

“I’m dubious, woman, that

Any scientist or magician,

Much less yours truly could

Contrive some technique to

Compromise the integrity

Of your ample brain case

And commence a rewiring

Of your emotional circuits

To enable us to assume

Command of your helm–

All just to make you mad;

You do it all by yourself.”

 

She lost her temper

At my words and said,

“You just did it again!”

 

Thanks to my mead-swilling ancestors,

I had a predisposition to drink.

One day I was found face-down

In the middle of a busy street,

And later blew a point four five

On the way to the hospital–

A lethal dose–but I survived

Thanks to my mead-swilling ancestors.

there at her table

in soft candlelight

she peers at her crystal

and scries

her chalice and athame

gleam in the night–

she is young

but incredibly wise

she sees a dark man

who had murdered his wife

and is hiding inside some motel

so she calls on the goddess

the giver of life

for the power she needs

for a spell

she takes up her clay

and she makes a small doll

then she binds it with thread

and a knot

she draws down the moon

and looks into the ball

and she calls for the man

to be caught

she won’t cast a spell

that would hurt anyone

but she will ask

that justice be done

she knows to do harm

would be harming herself

for we all are connected

as one

There’s a clown in the closet

And a phantom overhead

There’s spiders in the covers

And a troll under the bed

The grim phantasmagoria

Is filling me with dread

I feel sick–I’m pretty sure

By morning I’ll be dead