How did we miss it?
Big Bird's jab revealed his stance:
Feather-clad *****!

I write near the open window and feel
Early autumn's cool crisp gently passing over my neck and shoulders.
The neighbourhood saxophonist leans into
"Starry, Starry Night", caressing the darkness and my ears
with silky melancholic sweetness.
"If music be the food of love--Play on "

In hippie times
The solution to world problems was getting everyone on a remote mountain top
And pry off the caps
Of ice-cold Coca Colas.
While bottles were handed around everyone
lifted voices
And sang heartfelt prayers
For racial and religious harmony,
Seekers of world peace clasped outstretched hands and graced each other with knowing smiles
In recognition of shared humanity.
Somehow the Coke seemed to work,
And the darkness was held back--
At least for the length of a swallow.
I wonder what miracle soft drink is
Needed to solve the problems
Mankind faces nowadays?

Anxiety is sitting in your painful chair,
Sipping green tea and listening
to your reflection throw itself against a window over and over again.
I don't know why I enjoy feeling this bad
A participant to your ravenous
debasement,
Maybe I am also hungry...

If I can shout at one end of the universe what is the wait time for a reply?
Squeezing through a time box of the infinite,
a smatter of silica and carbon might be the only way dreams can be dissolved...