What Narcissism!
Forgetting how to control
both temper and car,
he lays heavy on his horn
trying, vainly, to control
actions of other drivers.
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Bussokusekika
A Matins Prayer
Must there be drama
to christen every morning?
Can’t we vow and endeavor
to enjoy a silent dawn?
Dawning Awareness
By sunrise first rays
Treetop branchlets a glisten
While upon the forest floor
We remain deep in shadow
Dyspepsia
This delightful meal
Shattering at intervals
By excessive cacklings
Of bored housewives faking mirth.
Civil Disobedience
This Election Day
Exercise uncivil rights.
Go drink his cup of coffee
Then cast your vote for the girl.
Ageless Trifectae
Ahhh! Teen age angst,
Existential misery,
And a crappy attitude.
Adolescent trifecta!
~
Ahhh! Middle Age angst,
Existential misery,
And a huh-how attitude.
Middle Age trifecta!
~
Geriatric angst,
Existential misery,
And… uhhh… what was I saying?
Oh well. It doesn’t matter.
Adolescent Trifecta
Ahhh! Teen age angst,
Existential misery,
And a crappy attitude.
Adolescent trifecta!
Take Naught But Memories
It weighs on my mind,
My weight upon this planet.
Shall I reduce my impact;
Leave but a Buddha Footprint?
The Sound Of Silence
An endless barrage
Of vitriolic hatred,
Social discourse has become!
My silence is not consent!
Modest Measures
When the measure of
Temperance becomes just not
Hurling others from roof tops,
Have we lost all compassion?
All Hopped Up
Conservatives like,
IPA lovers, confuse
Alpha acid-bitterness
With Richness and Quality.
Works in Progress
Oh, how time has flown,
These five years, since your passing.
And yet, much remains
As it was before you left;
Consistently progressing.
~~
Not that you would know;
So invested, as you were,
In the status quo.
~~
Wait! That last harsh barb,
So bitter and unworthy,
Harkens back to grimmer times;
Long buried seething fury.
~~
So, the status quo
Remains beneath the surface
Like long neglected hunger.
~
I suppose healing
Sojourns can consume lifetimes;
And perhaps, even longer.
Sunset
As the day closes
Upon this, once homey, place,
He regards the horizon
And unstoppable darkness.
Gossamer Wreathes
Behold these lost trees
Adrift on gossamer seas
Waiting for the slightest breeze
To free them from foggy wreathes
