up in the air…

how many
prophets
preach
this way
to
heaven
how many
candles
must
be lit
to
find peace
how many
silent
tears
are shed
while
alone
how many
voices
fill
night air
with
prayers
how many
cold nights
can
one heart
beat
alone
how many
prayers
are
raisins
in
the sun

voter termination program…

having obtained names
presidential commission
began the slaughter

best to see the gestalt …

i was reading
to
aunt bea
some of the tweets
concerning
the sinkhole
in front of
the president’s
southern plantation
after
hearing a few
aunt bea
said
everyone
seems to suggest
that
the sinkhole
was a message
from god
to
the new president
but
personally
i think
it was to
the
entire
republican party

with apologies to john 16:33…

i built this tree-house
from which
i can
observe
the heavens
and
the earth
without
worldly influence
except for
the occasional bee
or
sounds emanating
from
the pears
i’ve harvested
and
dine upon
it’s
an excellent place
to resolve
issues
of the soul
a soul
that grows
so weary
of hypocrites
and
bullies
those
self-selected strawmen
suckling on society
all the while
protesting to be
our
savior
deliverer
from all evil
as well as
all the cash
we may have
lying around
and
although
their derelict dreams
dominate
the national cartoon networks
i am of good cheer
for next year’s
another
election year