Final Electrifying Performance before the Polls

The firebrand 

Sturm und Drang poet turned 

Pol knew he had them 

Eating out of his hands when 

Their brows were singed 

By a tumultuous clap 

Of thunder. 

Nuff Said

He wanted to snuff 

Death out 

Of his nostrils. 

Old Timers' Resurrection

Easter is the time 

We are reminded of 

Christ’s incredible feat— 

Believe it or not, it happens 

Every year without fail 

And we rejoice once more 

And wonder if we’ll live 

To remember it 

Next year. 

Field

Of composition: 

The red wind- 

Swept wind 

Flowers encircling 

A lone 

Wild fig tree tossing 

In the center 

Of an undulating 

Green. 

Busker Klee Shayd Tudéth’s “Skid Row Pedestrian Spiel”

(Key of lachrymose acrimony) 

Someday I’m gonna get that
Tin-eared Tin Pan Alley plugger
Who done this to me and make him pay—
One way or another, bet your bottom dollar
He’ll get what’s coming, come what may.

While we’re waiting, mister
You sure do look familiar, so don’t give me
That idiomatic song and dance
‘bout times being hard—You 
Can’t spare a dime? Like hell!
I hear platters are a dime a dozen
On Easy Street. And me?
I ain’t eaten in a week.