Singing naught of hope,
Neither love nor compassion;
He croons to our baser selves
Ballads of terror,
Hatred and fear and mistrust.
Pray these become his swansong?
Month: July 2017
Sharp Eternal Inhale
Twenty nine years!
An eternity to a child;
Not even a breathe to the world.
And yet, to me,
An endless drawing of fleeting breathe
That is my marriage to my love.
Celestial Chorus
This quiet moment,
Unencumbered by labor,
Detached from worry,
Allows the weary spirit
To bathe in tuneless music.
All Hopped Up
Conservatives like,
IPA lovers, confuse
Alpha acid-bitterness
With Richness and Quality.
Nocturnal Notion
As the night draws in
And treefrogs cease their cheaping,
The time grows ripe for sleeping.
Arise…And Shine?
When duty drags us
From deep, contented, slumber
It must be Monday.
Aroil in Pain 