Bouquet For Anger

Please take your anger
and just walk away:
your righteousness is not a cure,
and injustice still prevails.

Please don’t diminish me,
in your rage:
you have no idea
who I am.

Please take your outrage
to someone
who cares less about the cause
you proclaim to espouse.

Please know you are right,
from your point of view,
and all others are wrong;
your chorus is off-key.

Please set aside your tantrum
and instruct, not berate,
people want to understand,
not through demonization.

Please take a breath or two:
breathe, and release:
we are not your enemies,
but travellers on tomorrow’s march.

Loss of Concentration

Sparkle!
Whoops, here I go
                              again. 
The shadows
     of the maple
          contrasting the torii
               on this cold
                    this crisp
                         this perfect
winter day.
                          Twinkle!
Oh no.  Not another link
to research
on the far reaches
of the InterWorld.
“Will it enhance my life?”
I always feel it will.
All knowledge is

Enhancement

fills this moment,
anticipates the next,
and chronicles the past.
Sort of a sparkly,
                                     distracting,
existentialism,
but with
(wait for it)
enhancement.

The Kaleidoscope of Truth

(Series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition.  Ref: Leafly “AK-47")

The sparkle is compelling,
like dew on a pitcher plant,
and it calls
in a siren’s voice,
and changes
yet again.

Twist the tube,
and another shimmering version
transforms the verity
of the cylinder:
yours is different
from mine.

(and this is where attention strays
and wanders
amongst the mirrors:
so many reflections;
shining interpretations
of individual truths)

The scope drops,
and mirrors shatter,
leaving only glittering shards
of realities that are
anathema to all
but one.

A December Fog

Droplets of fog hung, expectant,
in autumn air scented
by composting leaves.
The dog kept to his duties,
marking anew a territory
that, to his doggy mind,
stretched far beyond
this strip of road.

Time stopped.

The droplets are metaphors
for the contents
of the poisoned cornucopia
that spews

fake news, hate, bigotry, manipulation,
tribalism, nativism, exceptionalism,
entitlement, greed, cruelty,
and other rotted products
of a devolving species

daily on the paths of our lives.

Dog trots happily
on our path
through this young December day,
while across the bay
a pallid sun
brushes away the fog.