hamlet revisited…

feeling
discouraged
i told
aunt bea
it’s been
a long week
seems like we”ve regressed
in opening
opportunities
for people
as
a nation
i have
marcellus’s  feeling
something is rotten in the state…
i feel
battle weary
aunt bea
said
i still recall
the day
your grandmother
my
mother
had you
and
your cousin
tommy
help
to prepare dinner
you two
had
to catch
kill
and
pluck a chicken
you couldn’t
kill
anything
so
tommy did
the honors
but
you
were given
the chore
of plucking the features
off the bird
requiring
periodic baths
in hot water
oh
the smell
lord
your face
could have sunk
a battle ship
but
you
completed
the task
just as we all shall now
despite
the smell

​ dining out in america now…

fried rabbit
and
possum stew
is all
the white house
gonna
offer
you
while they
dine
on corn-fed
beef
and
funny
little
fish eggs
from
russia
with love
now
don’t get
me wrong
as i
sing
my song
but
it
seems
to me
we’ve been
served
a wicca’s 
social brew

liberty’s wildfire…

once the glow
from her lamp
offered
the warmth
of hope
for
freedom
and
sanctuary
from
the flames
of
religious persecution
but
now
it has
a garish glow

hymn to freedom…

pound
the drum
though there’s
no money
in the pot
pound
the drum
warn all
our freedom
can be lost
pound
the drum
awaken
the living
and the dead
pound
the drum
until
your hands bleed
and all hear
pound
the drum
though souls
grow weary
of battle
pound
the drum
pound
the drum
so much
to be
lost
pound
the
drum

the clown’s lesson to the politician…

removing his makeup
the clown’s
aging flesh
was
revealed
the jaundice
from
deceit
was no longer
beneath
the layers
of
society’s nativity
he spoke
to his colleague
the politician
in clear
but
whispered tones
as
the stench
of
rotting promises
filled the room
with each breath
exhaled
he
said
always
offer them
a good
show
one worth
the price
of
admission
and
i tell you this
they
will never notice
your sleight of hand
as
you remove
their
freedoms

what the hummingbird taught…

aunt bea
said
looking
at
world events
these
days
makes one feel
that
everything
under god’s heaven
has fallen
into
complete decay
that
nothing
is going right
nor
can
but
as i look out
my window
and
remove
the shroud
of fear
that clouds
my eyes
then
i can see a world
going about its business
ignoring
the foolishness
of humans
knowing
that
survival
is dependent
upon no one
except
ourselves
we must learn
to adapt
and
force
the course
of tomorrow
into
our dreams
not
into
the nightmares
of
submission