Rush hour cars lining up

Rush hour cars lining up

The urgency for home

The red lights halting flight

A pacing metronome

Transition has begun

Ill fitting working cap

Project plans paling in

Each widening time gap

Now awake and alert

Now awake and alert

Can red and blue wave white

Or stars will be falling

Their points ready to fight

Millionaires were boasting 

They flourished with the poor

That was the gilded age

And now they’re back for more

Clouds have stopped moving

Clouds have stopped moving

Rain reluctant to fall

The homeless find shelter

In porticos and stall

From my aerie above

I see a jet breaking

Through clouds like a thought or

A dream in the making

Crows will warn other crows

Crows will warn other crows

Can you hear me cawing

And all of us donkeys 

Start loudly hee-hawing

We are the new Reveres

But it’s not the British

Who are coming to fight

We must not be skittish 

Morning dumpster thunder

Morning dumpster thunder

No rain pools for the birds

Fourth of July weekend

America backwards

In a religious world

Are these the words of Christ

Name calling, insulting

Jesus would have been ICE’d

Afraid of Jane Fonda

Afraid of Jane Fonda

Still committed to dance

I have to keep moving 

It is over at stance

There are no final words

So much to comprehend 

Compassion completely 

Some one way streets dead-end

The days of Bittersweet

The days of Bittersweet

My tree trunk and your vine

The false companionship 

Pearl strands were twisted twine

Encroaching on my limbs

Like bonsai wires that shape

To suck Life from me like

A raisin from a grape