He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.
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Lullaby
We are living in Orwell’s mind,
while Huxley sings his lullaby
Build Back Better
Do not believe bankers, princes,
or governments; for all their wealth,
glittering gold, and grasping at control,
Please Don’t Send Flowers
He passed away today—or was it days ago,I have not the strength to tell.Anymore, the rose’s petal’s saywhat my words could never:don’t send me more flowers—please don’t affix a card to the lilies,because I have relived his deathwith each wilting lilyand cried more often then a rose in molt.
Dad’s Shadow
On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks
A Carpenter’s Tools
How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?
Blacker Than Black
Reading the newspaper:
It said, new material blacker
Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism
Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,
O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul
Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,
O’ Liberty – An Acrostic Poem
Liberty’s wields her sword
in most imperceptible ways,