my spells went haywire again, Awry, the teen witch told her friends
Her adventures with spells were diverse, one never ends
Will we know you when we see you? Asked Mareen, a clever buddy.
Time will tell, said the teen witch, but please don’t be a fuddy-duddy.
The friends met up on the streetcorner wondering when she might appear.
She’s here! Sang out Jacqueline. I know that she’s here!
A hat and purse approached them with no head or legs, just arms and feet.
Okay said Awry, the Teen witch. Let’s go Trick-or-Treat.
When love is smooth and runs in tune,
young couples gaze up at the moon,
but before or when they hit the sack,
love sometimes goes out of whack.
So, take care when you play with fire,
that love does not go all haywire.
Global warming
Polar bears do not have a name for it
They have not read about it in Geographic
But they are dying anyway
Pollution of our oceans
Whales are turning up dead
Animals are swallowing oil
Seals are throwing themselves off cliffs
Assault rifles
Anybody with a credit card can get one
Mowing down people at concerts
Or in grade schools
Or just co-workers you do not like this second
Divorce statistics
Abortion debates
A nation divided
People generalizing each other
“All Democrats, all Baptists, all Republicans”
Division
Anger
Hatred
Death
When will it stop?
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
forty winks today
elusive sleep tomorrow
zombie forever
Sept. 11, 2010
How far
I have fallen
from your grace.
The stone I dropped into
the breach last week has yet to
find bottom.
Can you forgive the silence
from my heart aware ~
offering excuse and justification
unending until I am ashamed
that I thought I could ever hide from you.
Hear me, Father. Can you forgive me this
detour into black lowlands?
I see your light ahead. On humbled knees, God, will you
have me back . . .
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