The hull sits on dark clouds

The hull sits on dark clouds

George Floyd an albatross

The wind has stopped blowing

The Stars and Stripes now Cross

Thoughts are everywhere yet

There’s not a drop of think

If the earth were flat then

Clearly we’re on the brink

Stevie Smith in my dreams

Stevie Smith in my dreams

He’s in the neighbor’s yard

He always comes when called

He’s out there standing guard

No questions or logic 

But this is not our home

I call and collect him

And together we roam

The burden of Babel

The burden of Babel 

Walden’s Pond with wi-fi

The doves are retreating

Opinions clog the sky

The empty playground where

Thoughts rise up, stand or fall

Our time was wrapped in us

And not a World at all

I cannot nor will be

I cannot nor will be

Yesterday is past tense

The bonsai battle fought

And the fabled white fence

The lotus shoes kicked off

No longer hosting vines

Not framed like farmlands or

Defined by posted signs

When the time stalled but the

When the time stalled but the 

Rain continued to fall 

Our emotions had found

No words left in the brawl

Hearts abandoned music

Each note circled the drain

We were washed up, left with

Our silence to explain

Lost myself within me

Lost myself within me

Too much color in paints

A muddy murky mess

Of my endless complaints

Fearing the dark Rothko

Evergreen branches pits

Yet always a lighthouse 

An Overwhelm light hits

Harder to have future

Harder to have future

Uncertainty about 

The inhumanity 

Of white Christian devout

If He died for their sins

He would not resurrect 

The wrongs so heavy no

Forgiveness could correct