In a parking lot
West of town
Water falls
Straight down
Into the puddle
On the ground
Into the swells all around
In a parking lot
West of town
Water falls
Straight down
Into the puddle
On the ground
Into the swells all around
Over the hedge
In plain view
What was stolen
Was witnessed by me
And you
No doubt cast
Over the shadow
Of memory
What happened in that
Moment in history
Will live forever
In infamy
Braided greens
On the west end
Seems
Over to top
Beside the ocean
Onion opinions
The popular trend
Begin again and again
With the same refrain
Said for days
A lazy sleep
Will wish me away
From the stinky options
Of spoiled onion breathe
Upon a delicate day
Casts shadows of death
Take the helm
In a shaky ship
Overseas
Of the blunder
Under the
Tip
Beyond the nose
Of the dogs of democracy
Voluntary crazy
We have come to be
No sight
Or sound
Could bring us back together
Now
Where the differences divide
Has dug in quite far
Full of liquid melted tar
Beyond the nose
Will be more problems
Where our senses
Can’t go
When the good of the party
Outweighs the good of the country
What have we done
Me the creator
Me the enabler
I run from the words
That cast truth in
This day
It’s up to me
And you
Critic stare
With certain vision
Free me now
From my own prison
Of words and defeat
Before I meet the road
I am supposed to be on
Renewal makes a difference
When you are all in
Cast out the doubts
But undoubtedly
Not perfection
Because mistakes
Are the way forward
Don’t overestimate
The destination
When the first step
Is forward
Need anything
New or old
Bring in the bold
New ideas
People
Now is the time
For change