Saturday, April 16, 2016


let's pretend I give a damn
that perhaps I have a plan
what's to say that I will stay
good and fair for another day
the bells are tolling the ship is sailing
the ghosts are trolling the paths are turning
the ocean snakes a vicious coil
the rage is real the calm a foil
I am frozen I am scorched
I am churning I am forged
of skin and bones and flesh and gore
of pithy takes on Trump and more
I feast and dine I skim and whine
I water gardens in my mind
what's to say I need a plan
I am here and of this land
and long after the page has turned
the hate has dried and the anger scorned
I will be here my tea and me
and you a distant memory

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