When the “new normal”

begins to seem psychotic,

what is the best sane response?

~

Become abnormal

as fast as you can and join

with others marginalized.

At seventy-five

this is what I have to say:

find what you love and do it.

~

And at fifty-three

I have but one caveat:

live a lifestyle your love buys!

What purpose is served,

on this ninety degree day,

by that giant bonfire?

~

Got kids out of house,

roasted hot dogs, burned private

records – a three-in-one win.

We leave behind our

own humanity when we

deny others theirs.

~

Those without a soul

don’t know ’bout humanity

neither do they care to learn.

There’s healing power

in hard, manual labor.

Is this why our culture’s sick?

~

If those at the top

used their power and paid good

 wages, we’d be well.

Trump’s minions quickly

come in, pause, go out, leaving

chaos in their wake.

~

Some would say chaos

is just part of the milieu

in Trump’s “White House” asylum.

When the smoke obscures

the fireworks display, that’s

excessive exuberance.

~

 By now we should be

used to smoke that obscures. That’s

what our president is for.

Wandering among

the stars, she suddenly saw

that moon-jumping cow.

~

Realizing she

was that fabled dish, she thought,

“Where’s that spoon run off to now!”

Loudly, the masses,

proclaim their independence

eschewing diversity.

~

We know who they are

who proclaim independence

and eschew the truth.

As July simmers

we whimper, wishing for cool

days and cooler nights.

~

Until we get them!

Then we’ll all wail and whine for

halcyon summer splendor!