This dystopian

world that’s being created

demands major revisions.

~

Some authors refuse

input from an editor

missing the best sellers list.

Riding down the rails

watching neighborhoods decay

as farmland falls to urban sprawl.

~

These days there’s much to

rail about. We’d probably

feel better if we switched tracks.

Another birthday

come and gone. Here’s hoping you

will enjoy singing along.

~

Though Karaoke

croaks tonelessly from me throat,

I’m still game to sing the song.

Lady Liberty

stands alone in the harbor,

her principles lip serviced.

~

Tears fill her eyes as

she shimmers with fear, seeing

what is on the horizon.

They may be small, but

when they fly together those

birds’ voices are heard.

~

They should be our guide!

Sing “Bee-Bee-Bobbie-Bobbie”

‘til our voices, too, are heard!

Rising before dawn,

with aching joints for greeting,

somehow, seems inauspicious.

~

Our joints are aching

in sympathy with our hearts

at this inauspicious time.

The ground beneath that

tree was covered in layers

of gold. Shattered bits of sun?

~

One manner of thought

would argue that is correct.

All energy is solar.

Closing tight our eyes

is an ineffective means

of shutting out lies.

~

Currently it seems

we’ve been falling asleep to

countless lieabyes.

That line from an old

song comes back to me now: “When

will they ever learn?”.

~

We know twelve year olds,

and adults who act the same,

can’t be taught: they know it all.

Running on empty

after endless days of stress

too worn out to sleep

~

May your heart be full

and your body rest because

my dear son, you are the best.

It’s hard to believe,

but unfortunately it’s

true. Sometimes the worst man wins.

~

It’s not all that hard.

Some folks simply can’t handle

any woman in power.

Woe Americans!

We cast away all reason:

Iacta Alea Est !

~

When you cast yourself

at the feet of tyrants, you

will definitely be kicked.

Over the next few

days, we will see if there’s hope

for democracy

~

Democracy lives,

regardless the election.

People, maybe, not so much.

Aromatic smoke

permeates the meat and scents

the air with deliciousness.

~

And all the while

I am sitting here waiting

for a quick invitation.

The day may soon come

when a certain convicted

felon gets what he deserves.

~

Or injustice reigns

and instead of just deserts

he get what he thinks his due.

Adversaries meet

In a public social space

And, somehow, remain civil.

~

Perhaps they could teach

their strategy to Trumpers

on this final lap.

November may be

the longest month. I guess we’ll

have to wait and see.

~

Not Long: momentous-

Surely to be, chock-a-block,

full of pivotal moments.

…and what’s your costume?

“I’m a cisgender, white male,

denier of all privilege.”

~

In other words. you’re

a much feared goblin who has

the awareness of a rock.

As beautiful as

the sunrise is, there are days

when I’d much rather sleep in.

~

I see sunrises

mostly when I’m up all night

or when on vacation.

Seek that quiet place

mid the clash of chaos

where Divine whispers their will.

~

Because those Divine

whispers help us more than our

human clamoring.

A train whistle blows,

announcing it’s coming down

the track. Step back. Step way back.

~

Whistles, Train and Dog,

serve to warn those up ahead

to prepare for what’s to come.

Noises in the dark,

some are welcome, some are not.

Faint profanity? Your guess!

~

Are they music for

the soul or are they warning

us to hurry up and go?

Losing ourselves in

Autumn’s golden glow restores

our depleted inner glow.

~

Does it seem funny

finding ourselves requires

losing ourselves in something?

Country roads offer

autumn stained-glass canopies

under which to drive.

~

Whether we’re coming

or going, we’re encouraged

to pause and wonder.

Running in circles,

Knox chases his tail just like

some politicians.

~

Knox, at least, has grace!

Tail he’s chasing, unlike some,

is, consentingly, his own.

Like the rushing wind,

hours just evaporate

until the day is no more.

~

When hours and words

evaporate, we often

wonder where they’ve gone.

What if every day

we remembered beauty was

there for our finding?

~

Just remembering

is not enough to make change;

we must also seek it out.

Today, I’m feeling

aches in excess of my years

or years far beyond my own.

~

We soon discover

aches of both body and heart

know no bounds of age.

Passing train whistles

to the slowly rising sun –

just a passing flirtation.

~

Some things resonate,

far beyond all reasoning,

in the chorus of the spheres.

In the scheme of things,

how significantly does

any action we take matter?

~

In the scheme of things

both action and inaction

affect the outcome.