was told, sad news, that
the gratis ebony elixir
is nearing some kinda end
a transition of sorts to
bring your own at these
clanish convocations
'tis some cost cutting
budget labor saving
leadership guidance
and inspiriation to be...
more self-sufficient
the last sips of
freely and ever so
sweetly bitter poddish brew
ah...
like i never belonged
really, never? ever?
well, sometimes, maybe
whatta they call it...
pangs of angst
bangs of pathetic rhymes
adrift on dry land
seeking mirages and
some kinda...
ok, i'll settle for
an explanation
the collective you
define you, well enough,
convinced me...
can't seem to make
any headway convincing
myself
maybe...
it's just a stage
displaced...
displaced population
what refugees, exiles,
people, families, young
or old, driven from their homes
to wherever just not
where they were
for years or ages
you know, displaced
so clean, so pure,
so displaced like
almost misplaced like
car keys, sunglasses, like
it was a wee error,
almost innocent,
you know, misplaced
the poor displaced
juneteenth 2024
nngi and rafah and...
the coming armies
ever closer and closer
security and peace eroding faster
with each approaching artillic boom
disintegrating faster
than we can pack some
few precious memories
we go...
toward some border
between this life
and tomorrow
the unknown whatever
this random shock
further droughting
my arid soul
June 18, 2024
Some fictitious Elba
a new pen unsheathed
flowing across seas, deserts,
amber waves of tundra,
rain forests, and obsidian slopes
of mountainous memories
crafting this bit of sentiment
reading not nearly enough,
the same for righting thing
though doing more arthymetic lounging
perhaps just another word for anemic longing
the gloom of self-reflection
and an almost positive attitude
walking on the sunny-side
of the globally warmed street
carelessly paved across droughted lands
come on....
it's not that bad
it's just a bad poem
tired of streaming
consciousness and the un of it
need a more pastoral dream
even more, a reverie,
ponds, flowers, and yeatsian linnets
taking me back to some
different, better, idyllic place
to live in a simpler time
to actualize the hippie vision
just doing, just living, just being
our natural selves
