Saturday, November 5, 2011

Visionary


What is it with you? 
You want everything under the heavens

Even when nothing’s in view. 


Friday, November 4, 2011

Vitriol: The Plutocrat's Payback


My dearest Lady Jane, 
We know it’s a shame and rotten 
But really, there’s no need to explain the obvious 
Farewell of your well-off infamous snotty 
Obnoxious proboscis—you see, we’ve heard 
Rumors of a vicious tumor and it’s plain
As that snippet of a snub gracing your face, 
Making you now look so innocuous. 

But still we wonder 

Is this really you? If you could 
Just give us a clue, pretty 
Please with sugar on it— 
For old times’ sake, 
Before you depart 
Give us your best parting shot— 
No need for formalities, dearie 
Dispense with the snot.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

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.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Mirror on Wall Street


Go on— 

Satisfy the mob 
Mentality, keep good 

Looking at yourself 
Through a glass 

Eye darkly. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

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. 

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