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.