Prison

Last night I dreamt Of incarceration. I was locked in a room With some other people. White walls, barred window. We heard sounds. Someone was coming. “Shh”, I said, Creeping through the floor As snakes do. The door opened and We saw our keepers. Three tickets to freedom Were given to the others. They looked…

Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al

Spring anticipation in the air Orange reddened sun Gets ready to hide its rays Behind the lowest of all mountains Mirroring itself on the lake. Vanity at its highest level. Yet the picture turns out different In a mixture of yellow and blue Of greed and sadness a faithful clue. “You’re so vain, You probably…