At the close of some
overcast and rainy days –
unexpected pots of gold.
~
In the fading light
luminescent puddles shine
in the evening afterglow.
At the close of some
overcast and rainy days –
unexpected pots of gold.
~
In the fading light
luminescent puddles shine
in the evening afterglow.
Please find a new lens;
chromatic aberration
has tinged our world red and blue.
~
And yellow too. So
few have the courage to seek
and speak what is simply true.
What rough beast slouched his
way to West Virginia to
speak crassly to the Boy Scouts?
~
Vile toads that croak
crassly to the darkest cess
lingering from bygone days.
One drop, another,
and all clarity dissolves,
replaced by pleasant bokeh.
~
A lens that creates
a pleasing out-of-focus
blur – a politician’s dream
As summer swelters
and the undrained swamp boils,
what bubbles to the surface?
~
That undrained swamp
is full of Russian waters
from presidential quarters.
What if he opened
his heart instead of grabbing
others’ body parts?
~
Assuming he could find
his tiny heart to open,
he’d have his hands full with pain.
The sound machine roars
drowning out the cries of folk
trying to meet basic needs.
~
Round and round it goes
distracting many folks from
what’s right before them.
Incoherency
can pay if clarity would
make you look the fool.
~
More obfuscation
can not cloud the obvious;
there’s still lipstick on that pig.
Why must people use
unnecessary verbiage
when silence can speak volumes.
~
It’s obvious we
need to turn the volume down
and sometimes off is better.
Any words to help
us remember we are part
of a larger whole?
~
I don’t do uplift.
This political climate;
I’m trancechannelling Eyore.