Saturday, December 6, 2008

#22

crackling against the divide
when the sirens come to call
striving amidst the contrived
when lemmings keep dropping to hell

thumping by water shores
and swirling in deep deep
five alarm fire sirens sweep
where the legends are all asleep

swooning horns and sweet reed harps
swing a soulful tune
harkening back to those days of old
when home was true for you

Friday, December 5, 2008

#21

how do despots rule the day?
how do they fire their whole array?
why do the fireworks bomb away?
when scurrilous warlords swing and sway?

where is the man who minds the keep
so sure that evils have no leak
by which to exploit the armaments deep
and to see those damnable warlords meek

fervor and bloodshed comes with the slough
as men shoot shot and mind the cows
while women turn in shameful bows
there is no life for commons now.