Cry Uncle
A brilliant entropy
Cascading wood
Golden canopy
Where chlorophyll stood
Juncture changed
A calico range
Leaves red faced
Season paced
Another Sun gone
So soon, along
AUTUMNAL OVATION
Brilliant sunlight splays
O’ rooftop, gallant rays
Making vibrant green
Chlorophyll still mean
A promise of weather warm
Before a quiet cold front storm
And seasons Season cold
By breezes wafting bold
Sweeping to the east
To turn the foliage gold
Before the Winter’s yeast
Another year gone old
OCTOBER REST
Knowing too well the Moon
Seeing seasons too soon
Sultry Summer long gone
Fruiting Autumn sings song
Waiting Winter will wend
Yielding yearning Years end
DENIED
The Privy Council rules the day
Legislating laws to have their way
Taxing workers to fill a larder
Making middle-class life all the harder
Counterfeiters of the truth
Cousins, sisters, and brothers of Ruth
Capitalism is your’s to own
Making it work you are alone
Your ruling class will not stop
Socialism; at the top
THE GAMBOL
Precipitation prattles heavily on the skylight that emits a glaring gray light casting opaque shadows on shadowed walls. Wisps of rain in sheets like blurred phantoms waft over the eaves of the portico away from the peppery shingles that have been rendered a greasy charcoal-black by the weather. From a bay window looking out on a lush and verdant wood, colors yet unchanged by the season, still emerald, jade and chartreuse, I watch and wait as the swaying trees waggle the Watusi to the tune of the gusting winds.
WEATHER ERUPT
October arrived
Season derived
Season abrupt
Weather erupt
Foliage a damp
Lighting a lamp
N’easter a swirl
Surf all a curl
Joaquin bearing down
What coastal town
The heat all abate
A chill the new mate
The Weather concern
Not whether a turn
Wet water on nigh
Tide will be high
Autumn’s adorn
Weather’s to scorn
Batten down your hatches…
AMERICAN NOBILITY
The Welfare Queen
Dies to be seen
Denies her help
With a big fat yelp
“Goddamn niggers”
Double dipping fingers
Spending her take
Spreading her fake
Righteous concern
Whatever she yearn
Hoarding on high
Shelves in the sky
A mansion on earth
Exceeding all worth
Finding beauty in greed
Deceiving her seed
Spending on self
Depleting your wealth
False face and a mask
A game not a task
The Welfare Queen
Dies to be seen
She’s glad you got to see her.