Posted in poetry

The Buoys at Sea

The buoys at sea that
Take the temperature of the world
Must be naïve, not having
Figured out that their
Their truths are lies —
Devil’s work —
Disbelieved, or so they say,
By Mr. Koch and the
Stable geniuses of the GOP.
Posted in poetry, politics

Morning Doggerel

This is the way the world ends,
With the good ole boys all a-grin,
High on the meth of owning the libs,
Hoisting the standard of ignorance,
Locked and loaded with hollow points,
Charging the ramparts of decency.