Sleep, lying in dry river beds
Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks
Brains washed from corporate heads
Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks
Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air
Smog saturated sludge and stench
Precipitations drought and bare
Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench
External thermostat control is diplomatic
Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened
Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth
Dust harvests of genetically modified stock
"In God Is Our Trust" ---The Star-Spangled Banner Where were those words, those hallowed words, “In God We Trust”...
. Becalmed When life is smooth—a gentle breeze On a porch swing—the garden lush. Retirement! Do as I please. Watch...
Thank you, Phillip Whidden, for recommending this essay. It's worthwhile comprehending the issues as an intelligent poet and critic understood…
The Prose Apartments by Esiad L Werecub Along the highway of communication, one can find the prose apartment paragraphs conveniently…
Thank you all for your kind words, and some to chew on. It is encouragement to press on.
Getting older makes us colder. Sweaters in summer are a bummer.
Very enjoyable snippets of advice C.B. My favorite is the first one about truth. Very difficult to get someone to…
There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you.