new infection…

there’s a new virus
it seems to be spreading fast
the eeyore syndrome
all of life’s beauty denied
not one is celebrated

 

a true genius leader…

his weird lip postures
inability to walk ramp
there’s only one cause
oh my god his underwear’s
been put on backwards again

 

why i’ve seldom slept well…

time is the issue
awareness it’s running out
i’ve always felt it
so sought to celebrate life
without those empty regrets

 

misinformation…

from broken windows
fear’s eyes peer into the night
seeing what’s not there
for ghost stories have been told
by those who thrive upon lies

 

president plagiarized from blacks…

like the wiz’s witch
the white house warlock declared
presidentially
don’t you bring me no bad news
don’t test nobody ‘cept me

 

free will…

outside an open grave
sun burns a man’s rotting corpse
there’s no one to grieve
dried fingers clutch coins of gold
he dug this grave years ago

 

can’t sleep…

i’m just lying here
reviewing how life’s been spent
revisiting days
when decisions were made and
wondering which ones i made

 

freedom’s march…

rotating the sphere
an embedded scorpion
that appears to move
merely the glass refraction
like societal changes

 

self-quarantine…

i’ve begun to think
should have done this years ago
could have avoided
the imposed sins of my skin
and act like slavery’s gone

 

when in doubt sanctions and threats…

thinking the world’s black
trump continues to use force
against anyone
who doesn’t bend to his will
a coward hiding ‘neath flag