No new beginnings here

No new beginnings here

Holding to fifty years

Of fight and hard progress

Gone! As fascism nears

And red breasted robins 

And magnolia trees

Are oblivious of

Truths falling to their knees 

Push back the soil so that

Push back the soil so that

A fossil cannot form

Keep back the wind and rain

Or any passing storm

Even in my lifetime

Echoes are growing faint

Beauty succumbing to

Sediment and not saint

Nein, nein, nyet, nyet

Nein, nein, nyet, nyet

We are in strong cahoot

The axis of evil

And the Nazi salute

Keep drinking the Kool-Aid 

As long as it tastes good

Fuck around and find out

And shoulda, woulda, could

The button vacancy

The button vacancy

Long ago Christmas tree

The childhood souvenir 

That holds the love of we

Ships lost in sandy sleep

Like youth we can’t recoup 

Trapped in picture frames while

A thousand goodbyes loop

Offering my lowlands

Offering my lowlands

Let your overflow flow

Banking the rainfall or

The melting winter snow

Or call out from the top

When ascension is reached

Or be on the lookout

Of bottled message beached

The stars are falling and

The stars are falling and

Red bleeding into white

Truth wilting under lies

Lost sense of wrong or right

The mother of freedom

Wailing as she watches

Her printed name on clothes

As the meaning botches

Planning in the finite

Planning in the finite

It was always that way

The endless tomorrows 

Just a seemed far away

The future grows closer

Are the clock hands now mine

The curvature of Earth

Is looking like a line

Winter becoming lace

Winter becoming lace

Spring blue is peeking through 

Bulbs rarely make mistakes 

Like magnolias do

Asking myself if I

Have the urge to renew

But we touch our dreams at 

The moment we ensue

On a vibrating string

On a vibrating string

The blurring of the line

Like a fast moving swing

Or twisting of a twine

Still holding to center

Equilibrium point

The ball and the socket

The bend within the joint

And what if love is not

And what if love is not 

The answer, so what then

Can hate consume the air

Anonymously penned

Even uncontested

In public arenas

In time the wild kingdom 

Must hold back hyenas

My corner of the World

My corner of the World

Does not have an ocean

I cannot see mountains

Or wheat fields in motion

There is a locust tree

A busy intersection

With people cross walking 

Which goes without mention

Choosing from the plurals

Choosing from the plurals

The index extended

Uncertainty abounds 

Lavish hopes pretended

The forks in a forked road

Reality in check

So much chance in the cards

In a limited deck

Returning your worn shoes

Returning your worn shoes

And now I understand

Internal combustion 

And the lay of the land 

Beauty on the hillside

Butterflies in decline

Trampled footprints, feelings

Without an outward sign 

Having sidelined myself

Having sidelined myself

In this watercolor sky

Full of melancholy 

And no response to why

Shades paler and paler

Here where soft lines are drawn

Twilight into murky

Reflection into yawn

Looking past the weather

Looking past the weather

Rain cannot wash away

The soil on our soil, the

Stain and the raw decay

Greenland is raging red

Canada is fire hot

They are not for sale and

America they’re not

A sliver of the moon

A sliver of the moon

And a small patch of land

With a handful of wings

Longing for understand

Underneath a lonely

Streetlight with tortured moths

Confused into circles

In lieu of moon betroths

Smoke inhalation kills

Smoke inhalation kills

More than the fire itself

Crawling from LA to

The continental shelf

Playing golf in the south

Or skiing in Vermont

Ducking in doorframes in

Kyiv without detente 

Further and further out

Further and further out

From houselights to just stars

And blinking satellites 

Cruising like tourist cars

And far beyond the curve

Horizon everywhere

The uncharted island

Unloaded barrel flare