CIRCUS

Fool’s Day is
always a
good day
to visit the
circus
that is circus

or even the one
that goes roundabout
walkabout and
lies at the
heart

of our
political system.

let me accelerate exponentially

relative to you

my hours lengthening
radically slowing
the aging process

this poem
taking millennia to
complete
in your time-
rushed absence

LITERALLY EXHAUSTED

the heat
makes me feel
I’m sweat for
a sponge

but this
global warming is fake news
it is entirely a fiction

a lie perpetrated and purveyed
by those who believe
that the power of
a nation is
measured purely by
exhaust fumes

PITTER PATER

the bad father
welcomes us in
with an insane grin

tells us dinner’s nearly ready
and how glad he is that
we wearing his T-shirt

just
stir the pot
take a look

suddenly it dawns
we are in the soup

LOYAL

such loyalty
is prized

and here we are
with loyalty, real
loyalty not
the mercenary kind

loyalty that is painful to
the point of self-sacrificial

loyalty that hopes to hear, find
the love that was
always denied

SUNSET CARDBOARD

Mr de Mille
she is ready
for her snapshot

see her new flouncy look
perfect for a selfie

and there it
goes out into the world

hopefully
much better
than the original.

RIGHT?

my brain is smart
chuck it out

my arm is shapely
chop it off

if this is how I must deal with
what misguides me

how right must it not be
to root you out of my heart?

THE CURE

they may not mean
to mess with you
but they do

they might not mean
to hurt you
but the pain
is nonetheless real

their pain dictating
unable to see
with their own eyes
you
were the cure

burn your boats

burn your
bridges

the raging flames will
attract a figure just like you
fellow creature of
passion
and desire

DREAMS

we talked dreams
but that’s all it was, talk

just words
like

the words in this poem