I yelled like a banshee
that night as rain mauled a tin roof.
She laid as if dead on the bloodied bed,
already slipping wall-eyed into indifference.
The midwife shouting over the drumming,
the Irish priest humming a prattling prayer;
my gums screeching blue murder.
Inside the shack a lit-up secret
and a shrinking Catholic dogma.
They feel it, the odor of unsanctified sex,
that salty itch that made me,
while under their skins
as if I were a rash,
I crawl over their exposed nerves.
They are all gone, the hypocrites,
the abettors, the judged,
all down under the peat now,
except for the hushing rain,
the last dim-day whispers.
I listen to the Leftists
I listen to the Rightists
They are not among the brightest.
The Leftists want a $15 minimum wage, a guaranteed job
For every wage-earner in the US, be he gentleman or slob.
They want free health insurance, free college tuition
They haven't the slightest economic intuition.
With all that guaranteed government stuff
Mr. and Mrs. Taxpayer will have it exceedingly rough.
Though the federal tax form itself will be razor-thin:
How much do you make? -- Send it all in!
Of course, those on the Right are not a whit better
When it comes to the President's outrages, they're aides and abettors
His insults, his outright lies, they dismiss as 'inconsequential'--
As long as stock and bond market gains remain monumental
After much consideration and not inconsiderable thought
I've reached a conclusion, one that's dearly bought:
A Pox on the Left and a Pox on the Right --
I'll not purchase a house; I'll not be a renter
I'll just pitch my tent smack dab in the Center
May 03 2018
Walking alone by the river side,
I look at the smiling stars.
They have something to hide,
The clouds- abettors in their mischief.
The winds tease me with wicked whistles,
Someone yowls from the field of thistles.
They shall not get what they want.
The night is cold but not intimidating
A train runs in the distance, wailing.
A car drives by but does not stop,
My heart beats faster, clickety-clock.
I put one foot in front of the other,
The silence tries to taunt and smother.
I look at the smiling stars again,
I lose control and fall. Amen.