fried zucchini…

 

when
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
yesterday
she was making
fried zucchini
she said
although
each year
i plant
only
one
cucurbita pepo
somehow
over the course
of
the summer
there appears to be
more
edible fruit
from
that single plant
than
would be expected
thus
the need
for
national zucchini day
when
even
law-abiding citizens
sneak some zucchini
onto the porch
of
every
unsuspecting
neighbor
they
can find
and
she said
the only thing
more
prolific than
zucchini
are
presidential
prevarications
they’re hard
to
slip
onto
anybody’s
porch

 

long remembered…

 

they died as martyrs
cameras recorded their deaths
crowds chanted praises
promising not to forget
but death’s fear clears one’s memory

 

they bleed don’t they…

 

all your rhetoric
can’t change one obvious fact
you’ve abused children
so go ahead and quote laws
ain’t gonna change a damn thing

 

i’ve taken to my bed…

 

doctor says
it’s
all in my head
but
i’m still
having
difficulty breathing
it’s as if
all
that
i’ve believed in
has been drained away
from
my body
so
i’ve taken  
to
my bed
each day
when
i try to rise
i find
that
each
breath
that defines
freedom
has been
taken away
so
i crawl back
to
my bed
wondering
how can it be
that
this nation
once
a symbol
of
freedom
and
justice
has become
a cesspool
of
personal greed
and
arrogance
that’s why
i’ve
taken
to my bed
but
the doctor says
it’s
all
in my head

 

when the wheels come off…

 

i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
pounding
within
my head
waking me
a
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
of
fear
a civil war
is
coming
history
is about
to
be
repeated
once again
brother
against
brother
blood soaked
passions
will fill the gutters
of
hate and intolerance
a nation
poised
to
self-destruct
fulfilling
ancient prophecies
but
the dead
will not rise
nor
will the meek
inherit
the ravaged earth
they shall be
as
all shall be
the roadkill
of
man’s accelerated
greed