she taught me
to use a socket wrench,
and i wondered,
how she could ever
fault in self-belief

he was much
like those before him
precarious of the future
loatheful of the present
and closing his eyes off to the past
but disconnection renders naught
and one might need to prime the mind
for deep and tender thought

was i sculpted
in the image
of some omnipotence
or drawn from chaos
by forces unparalleled
not yet fully understood

i see the pain hidden in my siblings face
and it makes me cry
i wish there were something i could do
but when i try to be honest
you reproach me
and i know it's the past that troubles you too
it troubles me
and i do love you
but that's always a thing
i've felt you've refute

elsewhere
serenity rules me
and joy, like the tides of the sea
wash over me
continuously, rolling
into magnificent crescendos
of bright beautiful light,
colors endowed to me,
elsewhere

in charity
i feel myself unburdening things
that otherwise would have weighed heavy
and would have escaped
any scrupulous gaze
i could give
what a stalwart these hearts are
despite all they endure
and these hands the same
i tender to the mind
and kindle the tinder
of dreams
shaven off hopes and desires
painstakingly, a bit begrudgingly,
i carry on

when there are no consequences
why would you feel the weight of your actions
when you are immune to repercussions
and you cannot be prosecuted under the law
respect for the law diminishes
and when markets fail to regulate themselves
and our litigators refuse to act
and greed overshadows our many needs
the country begins to fail
as Americans lose faith
and the vacuous bubble capitol hill is trapped in
continues to swell;
one wonders when it will pop