forensic search for truth…

between
tomorrow’s words
and
what you’ve heard
lies
some
bits of truth
but like
humpty dumpty
what was
will never be
again

national derailments…

aunt bea
was preparing dinner
when
i stopped by
this evening
she was listening
to
a npr program
about
washington
i told her
i personally
had been
having
difficulty
listening to anything
regarding
the new
washington
blowhard
and
got a rather
sick feeling
even when
his name
was mentioned
i said
to aunt bea
how can you listen to that stuff
she smiled
and
said
there’s an old
trinidadian
saying
the whistle don’t pull the train