the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.

shall we discuss world news

or show concern over the local road being closed.

subsidence

adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.

decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.

they called me a terrorist

and the others repeated it.

i only looked

and asked the way.

they welcomed those from ukraine. yet  never those with

‘yashmaks ‘

their words.

those who eat weird food and apparently this is not racist.

watching the weather
discussing the news


for news came yesterday


local

pause like in breathing

I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started