Random Bits of Poetry
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
thoughtfulness
is so passe
in the dawn
of this new day.
turn instead
to unreal hopes
of the father, son
and holy ghost.
mystics preach
and jesus heals
mindless drones
behind the wheel.
in SUVs
and paradise
manipulated
by right to life.
And like a moth
drawn to the flame
our country ruined
what a shame.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Another day of reeling
and floating towards the ceiling
in my memory
it seems to me-
I've been knocked down and out,
Your mouth's a garbage spout
and it rains on me
without apology-
So I get back up again
Yes, I know I cannot win.
When I feel depressed
and placed under arrest.
So take me down to county jail
call my mom to come post bail
but please don't tell my dad
you've never seen him when he's mad.
