All great men reside

somewhere on a line between

hero and a horse’s ass.

~

And every woman,

great or not, has to point out

where he now resides.

Possible autumn

comforts: colorful trees, Mitch

ditched, and a new president.

~

Any one of these

would reduce autumnal blues,

two or three would be gravy.

Uncontrolled passions

are a liability

crippling as heartlessness.

~

Extremes of fire

and extremes of ice ravage

both giver and receiver.

The president gets

 a medical exam on

 live tv? You’re kidding me!

~

A comprehensive

physical is worth the watch…

at least the prostate exam.

Who’s Ralph and who’s Jack,

and poor Piggy and Simon,

in our war torn paradise?

~

Whoever the fly

lands on is the war lord’s pick

to help his lies go viral.

Too bad they haven’t

found a vaccine for human

stupidity yet.

~

That vile virus

is almost untreatable

and, sadly, rarely fatal.

Trump defeats Covid?

Perhaps a bit premature…

like “Dewey Defeats Truman”?

~

And he did it all

so quickly without even

his well-touted bleach.

How we feel about

dark clouds hovering depends

on our need for rain.

~

Seemingly grim news

may be better in the end

than all our wildest dreams.

No…but than again…

Yes, but just a little bit…

not out of the woods quite yet…

~

Much talk but little

substance. Why complicate things

by circling all around.

For the sparks to fly

sometimes you do not even

have to strike a match.

~

With some folks there is,

for unkenable reasons,

spontaneous combustion.