We wonder, me and you
We wonder why the sky is so blue
and why the weather’s never right
why everybody’s so uptight

Is love all we need, like the Beatles say
running around in a hard night’s day
In order for them to feel so free
they needed **** and LSD

Wisdom seems to be missing, to me
not knowing so many mysteries
With wisdom we can shine a light
and every ‘thing’ will be alright

They say the climate's changing?
I say "Of course!
It never stays the same
south or north"

One thing we should know-
Everything is coming
and going
in the same moment

Will there be a war?
someone said to me today
I said "Is there ever not a war?
Peace never stays,  not even for a day?"
Until we all fly away

What a curious climate
our culture is in!
We’re tormented and trapped
in a wi-fi web
Technologically dependent
utter loss of independence
Brown blackbird *******
about the state she’s in
as a box has dropped
and she can’t sing
caged in a conundrum
that has clipped her wings
no hope for a door to open up

Footless and unfree
We all found ourselves
singing out of tune
in a vacuum

Both blasphemed and blessed
but delighted by the quietness
we reached the end of plentiness
a place of neither fullness nor emptiness

drizzles down to the ground
sprinkles all around
manic energetic eagles and doves
sweating droplets from above

The seasons were green
thankfully
if it were wintry
we’d have climbed trees

Rats running from the race
carving out personal space
to be alone on their own
in ‘no go’ zones

Sean Hunt

I wonder where it lurks,
in the rivers
flowing through the liver,
in the ****, in the heart
in the darkness of a mind
mercurial movements
from the corner of my eye
stalking and seeking
but never seeing
flickering things
passing by

Or is it a long alarm
warning of harm
coming my way
today
or tomorrow
an angel trumpeting
the coming
of danger

Fear,
friend or foe?
                                                    by Sean Hunt

They say there is a secret
known by very few
is it known by you
have they tried to sell it to you
on the internet
steps of this pyramid
they say
will take you to
a private pinnacle
shared by very few
freakishly fortunate
and especially special
people
chosen to be chosen
by the chosen ones
who were lucky enough
to be chosen
by other chosen ones
in a corporate coven

All along the precipice
we stand
unable to hold hands

as the night air
everywhere
becomes rarified

almost oxygen-free
affecting
the way we see

The red sunset
will not surrender yet
as she shouts, out loud