Fashion

I wish I owned a kite-suit today
and a sizable ball of twine
I'd fly above the clouds of gray
to feel the warm sunshine,

the wind would whistle in my ears
much like the window sill
while I drift high beyond my fears
until I've had my fill--

I feel the urge with every gust
that lessens what I weigh
and now it has become a must
to make that suit today.

Consumerism

Learning
Earning
Burning
Yearning
Trending
Bending
Spending
Ending
Crying
Lying
Buying
Dying

(Repeat)

Division

Within I feel compassion
for the life that we profane
without I had to fashion
a defense I could sustain

and somewhere in the marrow
is a killing ground I fear
a line that's razor narrow
but where mercy is held dear

regardless of the malice
that gets mustered in the troops
I'll never hold the palace
when the enemy regroups

reconnaissance is futile
if there's nothing left to hide
but who becomes more brutal:
a pawn of fear or pride?

Unfazed

The moon was lightly lurking
in the clouds above my head
though it really wasn't working
to a doable degree
the prominence it shed
made it obvious to see
but I played along instead
with it's anonymity

for soon it will be waning
when the sun decides to rise
with bloody conquest staining
the dark horizon's heart
to dominate the skies
and play a vital part
while the moon begins to improvise
a brand new way to start.

Breaking News

Each day her smiling perky face
revives my TV screen
reminding us to bundle up
and keep our sidewalks clean

but as she talked today she told
a most disturbing tale
of homeless people on the street
where vicious winds prevail.

How two lost souls were lying down
in nothing but a coat
and how she dialed 911
a lump within her throat

and then she told us how the pair
refused all gestures made
exclaiming they could hold their own
without a bit of aid

they said that they were gone to find
a less congested spot
then trudged away into the snow
without a second thought.

The reporter droned but in her eyes
was pain she couldn't hide
I listened to her spiel nonplussed
and then switched off and cried.

Impartial

Please don't sit and primly pout
if his attitude made you feel cruddy
you're far from being singled out
for he hates everybody.

Satire

When it comes to grammar
I stammer
if mulling punctuation
hesitation
when dwelling on a dialect
I genuflect
but words are everything to me
ironically.

Stowaway

While going about my rounds today
I gave someone a ride
I never once went out of my way
so took it all in stride

the air was bitterly cold outside
my berth was nice and warm
and I gaped when I saw the speckled hide
upon their tiny form

most often seen when days are long
and typically astride
a flower, it seemed strangely wrong
but couldn't be denied

I set it down and watched it glide
across my slick veneer
while chuckling, content inside
that life will persevere

despite the fact that I've felt stuck
amidst a rising tide
for maybe now the Lady Luck
is finally on my side.

Domestication

Encirclement
(to some extent)
is seldom worth the effort spent

for every slat
condemns the cat
to never knowing where it's at.

Funding

Could they possibly be more smug
indulging in the heady drug
of toxic strength called fame
preferring to pursue acclaim
than try to help the poor
and huddled masses - whatever for?
Those whiners with the hunger pangs
should marvel at the bitchin' bangs
and gaudily elite attire
the flotus flaunts beside her sire
whose smile is so satisfied
as empty rhetoric is plied
he's clueless how reality sucks
Hey Barack, got twenty bucks?

Releasing

We have to learn to wait

can time accelerate?

to reap what has been sown

despite how much we moan

the seed will germinate

what greed will terminate

unless we can postpone

consuming needs to own.

Simulacrum

I fondly remember the semblance of joy
that naively filled me when I was a boy
until all the darkness I managed to find
when dealing with those I was told were my kind
which after repeated exposure began
to make me a wary excuse of a man
alert to the slightest insidious ploy
who fondly remembers a semblance of joy.

Reunion

I try not to delve overmuch
into pointless pursuits of the past
lamenting those foolhardy losses is such
a bummer, I'd much rather cast
my gaze on the future and things I can touch
the joys I can try to make last
or at least look back on contentedly
when gripped by occasional reverie.

A lifetime has passed since that day
when I wondered how great life would be
having no other reason to pray
than to thank the good Lord I was free
a person convinced he would find a way
to succeed to some kind of degree
and though it was all just a frivolous lie
I wish I could reunite with that guy.

Linear

There's always some kind of a line
we're constantly challenged to cross
or scraped through the dust to define
when facing a possible loss

or populated when we desire
to purchase a product we need
or clung to if threatened with dire
conclusions where someone may bleed

or dropped in the water to catch
competitors merely for sport
or placed in a poem one will hatch
if they are the wittier sort.

Something Stinks

Our future could be free
of crass cacophony
but beltway girls and boys
prefer to hear the noise
just listen and you'll see--

it's such a big morass
electric gets no pass
while all the heated air
they blow around down there
ensures a glut of gas.