where are the poets
after the votes were cast
like weeds before winter
pure punditry springs
shit - I have to mow the lawn
why should I rail against it
whatever would it be
that disagrees with me
we - the human scum
are polluted with it
and yet
from below the dirt
we can choose to be free
a diamond in the dark does not shine
and cannot remember the light without the sun
yet you
who shines brightly in the night
through a cloud or from across the room
where does your light come from
weed is fun
tho I'm too old to learn French
and join the revolution
I believe in life
life encourages me
I learn French anyway
moving away from socialism
so they say
to fascism
are you
and why
such a tiny little step
have you no ambition
looking for ice cream at zero hours and twelve
I got crossways on the back porch
the full moon and the fool -me
I like how it went
I like what I wrote
God gave me to live
God gave me to die
and rise again
but he left it to me
what I should decide
a full moon
how lucky I am
outside tonight
the coyotes call
this is Gonzales
not a city - just a town
bewitched I walk a piece
before I die
animated clay
I was tempted to write a political post
somebody farted and suddenly
the urge left me
the weight of this bears on me
a duck feather