marriage of convenience…

no need
for
conversation
nor
consideration
love
wasn’t even
a factor
and
responsibility
could
easily
be ascribed
to
the other
this marriage
of
government
and
corporate greed
that
aborts
a nation’s
hopes
and
dreams

 

random recollections of a dying nation…

minor
not
to be
taken
seriously
then
some blistering
redness
and
swellings
along
the borders
fever
soon followed
flu-like symptoms
became
common
as
did
nausea
rapidly
the very elements
of
humanity
were
destroyed
by
the
necrotizing fasciitis
of
a nation’s
hidden
disease
catalyzed
by
one
infectious
person

 

new organization of terror…

by definition
the trump administration’s
a terrorist group
the european union
will probably rule so soon

 

a new staging…

Jean-Michel Moreau [Public domain]

in this
interminably
drawn-out production
of
lust for power
and
human greed
the part
of
doctor pangloss
is played
by
the entire
us senate
the grand inquisitor
is played
by
moscow mitch
the part
of
mynheer vanderdendur
is
a shared role
by
members
of
the presidential cabinet
the part
of
the baron
is
played
by
the president himself
and
of course
the role
of
candide
is played
by
the american public

 

gas mask required….

are you having
trouble
breathing
like
i am
the air
seems
stifling
the stench
of
war’s rotting bodies
is
overwhelmed
by
the putrid
emissions
from
corporate greed
and
those
musty diplomatic words
that fill
the air
with
odorous promises
promises
that
linger
briefly
but
they
never evolve
and
are
merely
absorbed
into
the ether
oh
i do
recall
roses
and
jasmine
but
those
were
buried
beneath the rubble
of
hope
years ago
and
the last reported sighting
of
blooms
of
humanity
are
at best
mythology
oh
i’m sorry

i’m sorry
for
delaying
you
i can see
that
need
to return
to
your chambers
where
as
they say
ignorance
is
bliss

 

yours merely postponed…

the body
of
a decomposed dream
is embraced
by
the fingers
of
sagebrush
along
the
rio grande river
no one
will come
to
claim
the body
but
when
the waters rise
it
will flow into the sea
like
so many
other
dreams
and
come to rest
upon
the sea’s floor
and
when
the weight
of
these
unfulfilled dreams
becomes
too
great
the core
of
the earth
will
crack
and
shake
reminding
the living
of
their
impending death

 

america’s dark age…

darkness brings self doubt
like a child with the lights off
fears of the unknown
hiding under the covers
pretending all will be well