One Possible Remedy for What Ails Us

Invigorating 

Scent of wild spear-

Mint meant to pierce 

The heart of all 

That has turned 

Tamed and docile 

And has stopped 

Making sense.

Mirror on Wall Street

Go on— 

Satisfy the mob 

Mentality, keep good 

Looking at yourself 

Through a glass 

Eye darkly. 

Evening, towards Night

In this mean neighborhood, 

Under the light cast by 

The streetlight opposite 

The derelict house, a lone 

White horse shining, a lamp 

In a vacant lot. 

The Ferryman on Upward Mobility

No matter how hard you tried 

Mate, you’re still here

Being taken down a river 

At low tide— 

So put up your obol and shut up, 

Hold your hands over your eyes,

Enjoy the rest of your ride. 

Love is More Than a Series of Hackneyed Rhymes and Worn-out Clichés

That is 

Only if you save it,

But not for a rainy day— 

Remember 

There’s not a cloud 

In the sky— 

Promise 

You won’t go away.