Rhetorical Waves

It started with a few words

Like a leaking faucet

On a dry day

As the hopes of many

Became united

In one discrete shade of

Grey

So they say

That the rhetorical waves

Had begun

From the drops into the ocean

It all was one

In that moment

I knew the sea change

Had already won

My Straw North

The old county

Where I grew up

The straw north

Outside the state park

Where you could hear the rides

At night

Off the highway

That creaked in the evening

And cracked at dawn

The fields filled with

Corn and life

Back on

The other side

My Tangled Languid

I twist and turn

On a hot summers afternoon

No inclination for movement

Or anything new

These tangled languid times

Are required to

Get back on my feet

To get back and compete

To be the best

Me

I can

Be

Acidic Thoughts

It starts with

Acidic thoughts

That run through my brain

Draining

The momentum

Of positive hopes

Dragging me down

To the lowest of slopes

It the acid of the mind

And the acid of the spirit

It takes you to where

Positivity you can’t even

Hear it