relinquere imperium

hegemony oversought

oversold and overbought

sacrifice of many for the benefit of few

weighty obligations

wed to undeliverable promise

empty currencies and expanding purview

positions exposed and the flanks have been breached

the oath solemnly sworn

not to a man or place, to an idea

puppets dance until their strings have over reached

they don’t go quietly

Empires lost

as Atlas walks away

Radio Dreams

That fond fuzzy crackle

bandwidth received by transistor

last hurrah of our analog innocence

Low fidelity echoes

like candles lighting

a thousand darkened rooms

A time before digitized beacons

mocked us from the night stand

We now build our own soundtracks

in the hours between the sun

and looking out my window

the landscape hasn’t changed

Anticlimax and tail lights in fog

The year of childhood’s end

by the calendar

and still more in your heart

At the end of innocence Christmas still comes

yet dull and without mirth

The high water mark left bare

as tail lights faded from view in a fog

A fire still burning at the hearth

The ornaments still adorned

Left alone

and for the first time unsure

Watching west from picture windows

Pink and violet hues painted on the belly

of looming winter cloud banks

Until the final shade of night drawn down

Underwhelmed we search that common ingredient

and resolve to go on sleeping

It never rains in…

They’re no longer singing

Albert Hammond’s lament

The dream is dead

sealed in cement

It seldom rains there

this is still true

The wildfires creating

such wondrous sunset hue

Your valleys gone

from grapes to gigs

and all your promise

gone the way of the Whigs

Those shores of hope once

beckoned across the land

to wide eyed legions seduced

to her golden strand

They’re leaving now

their dreams betrayed

And what prayer is there

for those who have stayed

Where you’re no citizen

only a client

And they’ll bash your heads in

if you’re not compliant

Ruled by the bought

with laws they don’t even follow

They’ll keep feeding you shit

for as long as you’ll swallow

If it’s all over

and there are none left to fight

Would the last ones to leave

kindly turn out the light