waiting and wondering

night

i gaze into the depths of space

and contemplate our cosmic place;

we’ve scanned the skies for other life

and never found a single trace.

but if some day we find it, then

(it’s less like if and more like when)

at last we’ll know our rightful place

as lonely gods or slighted men.

 

–Art by me

 

Trickle Down Syndrome

crying-statue-of-liberty

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.

 

 

night mission

nightrider-2

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)

 

Making Her Mad (Again)

brain-circuits

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!”