Frustration.

There is just too much

Stupidity in the air

I dare not write.

Contribute to it.

Feed it.

Words and images and

Thoughts and

Art.

Some things hang just

Smart enough to

Foster

Hope.

Yet the pages and

Bylines of

Things I

Pay

For over the wall

Disappoint

And simplify the complex

Valorize the vain

And claim the darkness

While in real shadows

The hungry still

Shuffle the streets

Under

Surveillance.