Saturday, June 14, 2014

Modern Living

Sadness reigned in the land of rot
And spot
Where poor pretty people lived quiet desperate lives
Of angry dissolution
And no one troubled to know why
Only pushing and pulling at one another
Unsure unaware unawake
Can you find nothing or everything
Or something for godsakes
When you don't even trouble to look
Out damn spot
How the modern world doth treat us
Pitting person against people
And populous against populous
With angry shouts at bums
And louts
Who turn out to be our others
Ourselves in other guises
Charity begins at home
And ends on streets of soaring sadness
We don't love
We struggle and grasp
And all too often we
Die angry

Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Days of Perfect Nature

The days of perfect nature
I want to be there
As the cool Summer mist
Wafts into the dusky evening
But I will seldom cry on these
So attuned am I to the passions
Of others in my home
I look upon lovers and rivals
The same
Trying to find where we
Can drink and sup
Without wondering at the eternal
But this Tuesday feeling
Is encroaching on my thoughts
As last I look to you
And kiss the sky above us
Nothing and everything
About how the universe does love me
And I -- sweet one --
Love you