Shadow’s Harm

Careless Shadows

Mother Nature has gone from global warming to a hot flash
Mother Nature has gone from global warming to a hot flash

Did you say…that

you didn’t know

Soon after the overdrawn winter…

Before the summer’s baneful glow.

Are we not the same

Did the news report a day without…

unneeded rain.

Have the skies gone aglow

Neon yellows and cosmic greens

Our shadow’s harm,

watch it go, watch it go, watch it go.

Whether or not in fanaticism

Possibly in a good-bye wave of discontent

Mother is on a ravenous tangent.

These hints

These clues to lunacy and

ignorant bliss…

Knee-jerk disasters blatantly missed.

Between the stars and the middle class

Present is past, yesterday is tomorrow

No matter, the gift is fading fast.

‘Not quite right’ heard someone say

Half a continent wasted away.

Tepid places burdened in snow

New species of unknown origin

Dabbling in the science of things we don’t know.

Whether the Weather

Whether not the willow

the fiddler

or,

the fall.

Whether within reach of…

the library

the cross in the hall

or

the papers

that paper the wall.

Either a big city under heaven’s hood.

Or,

a shack in the woods.

Either kind-hearted

or,

prone to damnation.

Whether it is unimportant to

you

or,

meaningful to

me.

Weather is not what it

used to

BE.

Sleepy Eye’d Possum

Wake me from this revolting riddle

My island…tartan from the toil

Every moment in slumber…I am submerged on faraway soil

Outings of yesteryear, swirl and wane from folly’s foil

Though I stack cords of oak to guard against my enemies

I fear tomorrow it will topple and the pond shall boil

Had I not known Friendly Strangers when young.

My reduced everything would have remained under constraint of younger guns

Now, only another Castaway…

Friendly Stranger wake me with your beat…

a distant and different kind of drum

Ancient Atoms and Bad Apples

Degenerate Nation..

May WE find ourselves in a northern town..down where the global winds blow.

Scratching a non indulgent thought.

And, so it goes.

May WE find ourselves surrounded by a decades worth of tainted snow.

Crowds of unique sameness under, our charred feet and doused by misplaced psalms.

 And, so it goes.

Could WE house ourselves together in a foreclosed bungalow.

May WE find ourselves enslaved by ancient atoms and bad apples.

And, so it goes.

May WE notice ourselves in the line up of nowhere to go.

Only to discover ourselves cushioned by the pantry or the bread line.

And, so it goes.

Unbeknownst to many you can get there from here.

Degenerate nation… repeat after me.

Hell is too well for the meek.