It’s A Big Ask, Ladies, I know

For the sake of us who craves

some morning peace and solitude,

could we limit the scathing disdain

to the audible level of nuclear war?

Wealth sans Wisdom- Power sans Perspective

Observe those arrogant asses

Living lives of entitled leisure

Conveyed through condescending contempt

Of the simple serial struggles

Endlessly endured

And often overcome

Commonly by common folk

Every single day.

High Over Hudson

From this lofty perch

Patterns emerge from chaos;

Or, at least, so it would seem.

Full Of Sound And Fury

When Congressmen keen,

’tis prudent to ken whether

they’re indignant… or acting.

The Quiet Way

In this yellow wood

there is no road diverging,

only solitude and snow.

Calling St. Christopher

Is it any wonder

I’m not sure which way I’m going

Signposts disagree

And GPS says East.