A reader… mostly. Otherwise, just an eager witness of this world’s insanity.
Scribble not the verse intendedWords here aren’t really one’s own
I woke up this morningTo a text from my daughterAbout a killer clown enteringThe white palaceIn disbeliefI quickly checked headlinesWhile an helicopter hoveredAbove my house(I live in the middle of nowhere)Did our liberal conscienceFail us? (Again?)Did the downfall of all the leftLeaning…
The taste of knowing the source of our weaknessRolls in my mouth ever since I rememberThrough everything meant defeat and surrenderTo…
A green heart givenFor all human miseryMine’s the one bleeding