Pay Up

Vulnerable dues

Unlikely news

Pay it to the man in the coat

In the long black trenchcoat

The snake oils salesman

The PhD pay him your money

Let go freely

Trying to get caught up

Is just digging further in the rut

While your at it

Take 2 punches to the gut

Guttural reactions to prescription drug contango

Have to keep the doctors fat and happy

So just hand over the checkbook

And don’t get sick

 

The Dollar Man

There he is

Green eyes lit up

Hovering in my studio 

Watching my every move

Judging

Controlling

Asking

With no answers

A wry smile

Because he knows

What he costs me

Sleepless nights

Staying up late

Baggy eyes

While his eyes fixed

Unshaken

By reality

Or importance

The dollar man tears me apart

With his weight and indifference

How can it be

The shade of green so pale

That he controls so much

The dollar man

Scramble the Signal

Scramble the signal

Influential presidential

Previous conditions

How can we let go

Of the most vulnerable

Let the needy fall first

How could we live with that

Profits soup packed bowl

Hoping to ring in the numbers

While other fall sick

That is not the goal of humanity

Or decency

Take care of each other

Thin out the fat cats

They need less cars

That’s for sure

Reminds us that we are human

The words

Ring out

Hopefully don’t fall short

 

 

 

 

Honor

What is the term honor

Honor for achievement

Honor for the moment

Honor for what reasons

What earns honor and distinguishment

I am certain that it is not a light word

Should be dispersed with great review

Discussion

Honor the people

Who honor this country

Not those who run loose

For when it is honor given

We hope not to lose

Certain now

That honor itself has become a point of confusion

Amusement

What honorable actions happened today

For such a reaction

Temerity of Winter

Incoming nights rain

Late April showers

Coming down like baseballs of ice

Slamming the grounds

Sprinkling a tap dance sound

All around

Tonight at winter makes a temerity

Run reckless and shrewd

Under a spring moon

Blowing wind in from the Great Lakes

While we wait

For the power to stay on

Ill-Fated Truck

Ill-fated truck

On a late night run

Blowing through the red light

Light posts undone

The hum of the blown engine

On the side of the road

One second notice

A repeating note

The world and it purveyors

On the streets tonight

Underneath the crashed post

Right by the trucks side

Short of Glory

Lights on the scene

Lights unseen

Halo burned out and smoking

Guns held up

Stoking

The national conversation and call

A tenuous decision

To watch it unfold

Is like watching old food

Grow mold

Another day

Another story

Words fall short from glory