when one just realizes out loud
that the problem has an extra dimension
and everyone else just small-nods
or
when one shouts out a conclusion,
the solution to the problem
and everyone else just small-shakes their head ‘no’
Failed Poet
when one just realizes out loud
that the problem has an extra dimension
and everyone else just small-nods
or
when one shouts out a conclusion,
the solution to the problem
and everyone else just small-shakes their head ‘no’
into the field of wildflowers & weeds,
and lay hidden from the inquisitive world,
under the baking sun,
perfumed by the short grass with wet roots,
intoxicated by the dark, damp loam
then
come away with me again –
it’s not too soon for me –
to the overgrown fallow field
where tall dry grass cushions our threshings
under the secretive, dark sky
with pinpricks of crystal lux
and glacial crescent moonbeams
illuminate your downy skin
Trump will-have-been-being given
what he deserved
a cell in Leavenworth
will-have-been-being reserved
the secret service will-have been-being
ordered to stand guard
while he does time we
we will-have-been-calling hard
As for parole, this is a non-starter
for his disgrace is the nation’s honor
like Roger Stone he gives no quarter
and receives none – a goner