To govern well, don’t

you have to be able to

first govern yourself?

~

Intemperate acts,

unregulated passions,

model modern government.

Too incompetent

to successfully collude

despite ample willingness?

~

Perfect example

of the apple not falling

too far from the tree.

Middle school students,

insulted by policeman,

invite him to meet and talk.

~

Is he man enough

to admit childish acts

before that jury of peers?

How have I managed,

these fifty five years alive,

without kenning hollies bloom?

~

Minds must bend, limbs must

quake when such kenning happens

before it’s too late.

Hark! What is that sound

we hear? Could it be good hearts

singing lullabies to fear?

~

Heart-felt harmonies

with compassionate refrains

muffles discordant malice.

When the world assumes

this lemony patina,

one can’t help but gasp.

~

Can’t make lemonade

out of this patina, so

it’s best to wear a face mask.

How many songs must

the prospective jailbird sing

til someone buys his record?

~

Jailbirds and ConMen

will spin their broken record

until their tunes hit the mark.

Swirling roadside spill,

environmental nightmare!

That’s no yellow paint… Pollen!

~

I take it you fail

to appreciate the fine

artistry of Spring.

A tracery of

new green adorns fields and woods.

Where is there new green in you?

~

 There is certainly

none hiding in my wallet,

given my chosen profession.

Opposites attract,

‘least that’s what they always said.

Where, then, is the common ground?

~

When they each stretch out

their hands to one another

they’ll find common ground.