Late For Class

it’s sunshine simple,
this dark that rises
and realizes that riot
is not the only way

everyday sad will suffice
to attest to the regress
inherent in a people’s democracy,
Oh say, can you see

equal parts betray an organic
hierarchy, they say, and that
return to our natural way, is
a path of politics that fictions
our day to day, making the anomaly
feel normal, and necessary

And Then

stages are staged
and dialogue scripted
and rage acted out
and our times made theater
by a method, with direction
for a purpose against principal…
a show of force, a display of power

it’s sunshine simple,
this dark that rises
and realizes that riot
is not the only way

I Have A Dog Named Coda

I’m too old for this
as only the very serious
excites me as the previous
hymns too dim these days,

and on Spotify I petrify
singing along to the songs
that once stoned me,
an erstwhile high of bye bye

those delights, now not quite
tied tight, yet wound to wound
homogeneously, a tuning fork
reverberant in the twilight

Just Say No, To That Cup Of Joe.

I download the xml to key
new poetry
into… which site is it…
two, or three
and needlessly
as site 2 or three
is seldom open
and that brings me to
smokin’

which, like the poetry
is a jones
that bemoans a public
rebuke
to which I have no rebuttal
but to suggest that our sins
have a time stamp
and what vamps us today
tramps us tomorrow

and I hear a collective
tick then tock
a counting down
(can you hear it)
on the social acceptability
of the habit-forming
consumption of caffeine…
you fiend

And a Good Morning, to you too.
——

*an xml is a file to move content to another wordpress platform site