When sticky wetness

rules these nasty summer days

can we hope to find relief?

~

If you stick inside

you might find relief but be

bored beyond belief.

Sometimes bad bills don’t

make their way through Congress for

all the wrong reasons.

~

But rarely does good

legislation progress

despite ample benefit.

Morologia

flows frequently and freely

from alabaster abodes.

~

Foolish talking (yes,

my fellow poet, I looked

it up) flows from all of us.

When the captain of

the ship loses his compass,

what should the crew do?

~

Captain Queeg’s guys knew

exactly what they must do

to save their ship from the storm.

Evening quietude,

soaking in the dusky balm,

is this true serenity?

~

When serenity

comes, it comes unannounced and

fills us with a quiet peace.

If we’re judged by the

company we keep, why don’t

they ask saints to the White House?

~

Because those Saints know,

judged also, will they too be

by the company they keep.

Taking a night off

from all higher mind pursuits

to watch mindless cinema.

~

Sometimes the best thing

we can do is flip the off 

switch, take a break, and not do.

Are true believers

willing to accept each and

every lie they’re told?

~

They savor bitter 

earthy acid, so they say,

like all IPA drinkers.

When reality

clouds and lines begin to blur,

how do we know where we stand?

~

A relaxed focus

helps us see clouds, ground and self,

bringing us reality.

Surely something is

askew when we find ourselves

servants to our pets.

~

To what high purpose

may mere humans aspire

than serving pets, I ask you?