thieves…

aunt bea
had a case
of
the giggles
today
while
reading
the ny times
between
bouts of laughter
she said
the public restroom
in beijing’s
temple of heaven
is using
facial recognition software
to dispense
toilet paper
seems
toilet paper bandits
have been
wiping their
supplies out
so now
a machine
controls
this much-needed
bathroom currency
us currency
on the other hand
is freely dispensed
to aid corporations
and
military programs
while the faces
of
the elderly
and
poor
are not recognized
wonder if
the chinese
could develop
one of those machines
that could regulate
how
our tax dollars
are spent

evolution redefined…

there are
steel butterflies
on the wall
put there
to
soften
the crude
commercial context
of
their creation
and
there’s no need
to catalog
their specific
genetic code
since
the elements
of
their existence
are
for
profit
only

as life’s light fades…

how many
poets
have sat
by
evening’s light
pondering
the end
of life
what words
did they
inscribe
to convey
the feelings
that washed
over them
was
it
fear
wonderment
or
just
a sense
of emptiness
emptiness
for having
spent
a lifetime
crafting words
that
so few
have
heard
amidst
the noise
of life

thoughts before knocking…

some doors
are

always closed
no one
dare
enter
nor
seriously consider
what lies
just
beyond
the threshold
other doors
are
partially opened
to
let those
passing by
admired
what lies
just
out of reach
so as to
fill their dreams
at night
but
a few doors
are swung
wide-open
inviting
all travelers
of
this life
welcome
and
a place
to rest
one’s weary
soul