Ides of March approach
Death comes from a familiar
Be still those daggers
Quarantine: by the numbers
The rain, it pelts relentless
driving angry sheets upon the window
I have 150 watt drapes to dull the sound
and 90 proof elixir
Self embalming, should the worst occur
3 grams per day should last
for 30 days
After that, over the wall
Wait… what? Vol. 56
This is for all of you dishonest, fear mongering hacks who dare to call yourselves journalists:
In the two-hundred plus years of our nation’s history there have countless numbers of men, far better than you, who have died face down in blood and filth to preserve your first amendment rights. It would be a great measure of respect for these souls if you were to begin honoring that sacrifice with honest and responsible journalism. It’s not too late. You could start today. I’m not holding my breath.
Supermoon
Searing light of a supermoon
fades into Tuesday afternoon
Cuts you off at the knees
Watch you dying by degrees
The clouds will part with the rain
Prepares you for that Wednesday pain
of waking yet another day
when no one listens anyway
Wait… what? Vol. double-nickel
Yet another argument against daylight savings time.
Cajamarca
At Cajamarca, upon high Incan plain
came Pizarro from his Lord in Spain
His advantage came with surprise
even more from deceitful lies
of a mighty King, divine and just
and salvation for Atahuallpa’s trust
The Incas numbered eighty-thousand strong
Still the Spaniards did not take long
In numbers fewer than ten score
they charged ahead and into war
Atahuallpa’s capture for a ransom hold
Spill their blood and steal their gold
By horse and by sword
With strange god and written word
These strangers came to erase
any memory of their race
Take as they want, no need to ask
then leave their germs to complete the task
Anonymous returns
rooftops covered white with snow
innocent in brilliant blue light
the steam exhaust of the wool coat parade
they scurry from door to door
this place in time
remains the same
as seasons pass in endless succession
strange shadows now haunt
once familiar door frames
retracing footsteps
i remain unseen
