tea leaves stewing in bitterness

machine-gun police peppering the streets

why, this zephyr seeks revelation!
I skirt the issue

play catch as you like
an electron waves
goodbye

an ex to grind
beneath my heel

ex machina
both god and the devil
logically

tea leaves my thoughts astir

eggshells an easter mosaic

where do the gods turn
for solace in misfortune
a four leaf clover

molehills from mountains
the footprints of giants now
we will not endure

again I write words
that have been written before
but never like this

barb catches the i – a true barbi doll
(A guilty Pamela Anderson reference…)

lucifer perished
in pursuit of amaranth
falling from heaven

in grand tradition
my seventeenth syllable
is imagined

old monsters
stewing in bitterness
spent, and yet
how fragile the chains
that guard

waves of immigrants
washed on unwelcoming shores
we build walls of sand
on sand

easter monday
i walk on eggshells
past the church

voluptuous – imagination
I reflect well
on myself

bach’s chaconne
plays upon my guts
with violence

fearful
insect
zzz…
zap!

divinity of wine drunk at the altar

camelot
we’re still trying
to get home

listen, arthur
a less fantastic man
sings his perfection

pole position
up, down
and spinning

where has the day gone?
the sky has fallen
dark again

bias in the press
the rich pay to get richer
but at what cost?