
The world as always
Has been a blend of awful
Plus wonderfulness

The world as always
Has been a blend of awful
Plus wonderfulness

small worlds fill quickly
when big lies come barging through
doors uninvited

when I close my eyes
I dream of weeks spent on mere
seconds of screen time

on the precipice
of a gulch there was a glitch
stopped me with a gulp

One more example
Etch a deadly quest for show
Distraction d'état

Blatant crime charge jam
First degree mopery rap
Late on the upbeat

Nations keep filling
Graves needing decoration
Fallen history

Being on the take
Is now a civic virtue
Hands out. Palms up. Grab.

Joy of memories
Conjured up out of nowhere
A quiet time friend

to earn some respect
so as to earn affection
first pay both forward

such things cannot be
sufficiently despised is
the correct response
to corrupt actions taken
by despotic land grabbers

Ruination notions
The world blurs into chaos
When focus is lost

Minute by minute
I ripen in my dotage
Decrepitude honed
Put off to another day
Evergreen avoidance ways

Diogenes tub
Filled with regrets of others
Perverse consciousness

When cravings of youth
Disassemble to beset
Torments of the old

Glaring scarcity
Of cognitive clarity
Pains the world to see

when in the grip of
an existential crisis
best to just exist

from time to time I
admit walking back the cat
to know where I went
and chill in the lacuna
of the matata I've seen

Together we burned
Shimmer through the night til dawn
Embers glowed til noon

current regime wants
to drown the public in dark
aphotic news zone
where no light sheds on their path
to enrich their shellfish selves

mask of a stoic
worn by Gaia while watching
her children struggling

A flurry of stars
Cast out into the expanse
As Milky Way spins

Refuse to give in
To the refuse of things past
Discarded just cause

no external woo
omen or token of self
required for health
unless a talisman should
turnip under a pebble

Resources soiled
Bottled water and canned food
Air will be sold soon

I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder
It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world

unwise blood stirred up
feel the fervor murmur
from a single touch

Lazy afternoon
Kitchen comfort overlay
Smell the Sunday roast