Closed minded people;

always with their mouths open,

never with their ears.

~

When we open our

minds, ears, hearts, and arms, we’ll speak

a language richer than words.

What road have we been

traveling that has brought our

nation here from there?

~

Thankfully, the road

less traveled, commonly called

the highway to ersatz greatness.

One superlative

best describes our President:

Ultracrepidarian.

~

 Perhaps another

superlative for him would

be ultracraptarian.

So tired I can’t think.

Would you be so kind to read

my now nonexistent mind?

~

Pundits have practice

doing just that sort of thing.

Too bad poets don’t rate them.

Since we can not trust

our fellow man’s self control,

what’s our remaining option?

~

We could begin by

controlling easy access

to lethal weapons.

Why can we not see

the damage fast approaching

when we deny our devoir?

~

 Self absorbed, we can

not hear the call of duty

or see what our deafness brings.

When everywhere you

turn, you’re blocked, is it just time

to get off the road?

~

When all roads are blocked,

that’s the time to blaze a trail

across trackless wilderness.

“What possible use

is there to be found in art”

said the surgeon to his son.

~

“A surgeon repairs

 the broken body, but art

 restores the soul,” said his son.

Whoops! Time grabbed my mind

and took off down memory

lane, leaving today behind.

~

Omphaloskepsis

is a most worthy pastime

as the twilight approaches.