Tag: writer

House of Cards

Some strange miasma
creeps round through our institutions
looming, leering
leaching good
from inside out
The catabolic yin is in our bones
It’s trumped all fight
There goes the light
What’s weak is might
Send fair corona
to the king
Throw down the crown
so we can sing
America is dead
bring swiftness made of lead
to hit the posts
and free the ghosts
so we may build again

Revelation grey

We spend our days
in helpless rage
with pets and gazes
hanging on imagination
wishing for a place beyond the edge
where happy hugs and dancing
camp inside our sated hearts
Oh sky and Earth
our last resorts
I pray we now can leave the past
Walk forward over rubbled ruins
while masked to keep the others out
This now grey world
is our new home
but color will return again