Busted ventricle,
palpitating atrium.
All these hearts are breaking
from all these stranger
hating.

Refugees are struggling,
hiding from Ice agents
while all these *******
keep buying
what a giant **** is saying.

One person is pulled
from the cancer ward.
One father is stolen
before he drove home alone,
never even made it back from
taking his kid to school.
The child cries
as I wonder why
these people can’t find
their human side.

It is strange that this news
seldom makes it to the tv,
strange how the other’s blues
don’t seem to garner
that many internet views,
but if a white dude
or a caucasian lady is abused
you’ll see that bright and early
on the fox and friends news.

If you think this is a new thing
you haven’t been reading
our shared history
this is just a crime
in a long line of crimes
we committed throughout history.

Grass cuttings savor an essence, if it were not for the flavor of gasoline added to it. Chores multiply in the garden as days snug up to summer. Warming theory of companion planting goes further than marigolds with tomatoes. Nasturtiums nuzzling cornstalks nicely agree. However, it is the editing of more combative creepers that keep this gardener flustered among the mustard greens. I'm inclined to let it all go, but the peanut grass gets so thuggish, someone needs to teach it a lesson. Yet, full eradication seems too vicious as hummingbirds do adore its frosting of bells. It's a nectar aggrandizement they throb upon in throngs. So, who am I to commit holocaust? After all, with the loosening of soil it provides when pulled, aeration is a welcome aftermath.

So it is continuous, and outright perfection in the pull and push of entirety. Now if I might trade that gas mower in for a push one, a transcendence of impeccability may occur. I might even breathe better.

Gently lit with candles
The atmosphere was soft
But then he put the light on

It nearly put me off!

So then I asked him softly
"Switch the light off please?"
He said,
"My darling you look fine!"

"I know, it’s you, not me!"