A Rotten Destiny

A rotten destiny

Filled with blasphemy

Blaming infamy

Of tyranny

On the everyday man

And woman

Even

And odd

But when people die

Not even the truth can imply

That responsibility is ours

Behind these bars

I scream

Ticking Clocks in the Restaurant

Ticking clocks in the restaurant

Subtle feelings exposed

In the wee hours

Of the night and morning

The ticking clock

Stays on time

As the time flies by

Goodbye tonight

Goodbye sweet place

Sweet trace of all that is good

Is in that old restaurant