a poem is a sermon
Perhaps the world will end tomorrow night.
With so few sane in charge, that would make sense.
Besides, if the Cassandras have it right,
it’s way past time for sitting on the fence,
pretending that our waking up at last
can make a whit of difference to the tide.
What may begin as lose or win soon starts to spin outside that frame. It seems like play, this bob and sway: a bright display, almost a game, a wild careen, drifting between two wide extremes, darkness and flame. Always the chance in the day’s dance any advance could leave you lame. Each place you […]
Some kinds of closure only come in story books and movies; real life rarely turns out quite so neat and clean: with one door neatly sliding open as another firmly shuts; such coincidence is rare and far between. To compress the waiting lifetime in a moment on the screen, or a couple hurried pages seems […]
Call it bad timing, a season of doubt Days turn to months while you figure it out Some expectations are better as dreams Reality’s never as clear as it seems Call it poor judgement from weak evidence You’ll find a witness for any defense Motives and motions get twisted and skewed So much depends on […]