raining freedom

raining rapping robbing time chiming whining wind dinned sinning sting ringing bringing thinging thinly dimly limply plinks thinks stinking drinks dreams reams greens freedom

ballot measure

voice your vote in voting noting the devoted to their posts and past failures corrected some rejected and dejected we some toil

to change this age an alteration of mindset of headset the phones in stereo broadcasting the last thing and the next and the next overflowing with uselessness must silence to focus to progress

then there's violence the death around it surrounds and confounds

then there's poverty the poor outdoors and in unforgiving the bloated gloaters with gleaming golden gilding their gods

then there's ignorance the children behind the kids left bereft of rights to knowledge on the window ledge perched high above the bars and rubrics out of reach they're struck dumb and dumbstruck dumbly and thus the generations become dumber til the silence deafens

so many without and so few within

voice your vote - real change begin

The Play

On the stage the pages play the day to night till frightfully its righteous theme is seen in the scenes and the beans are tossed and lost in the seats 'tween feets and bits of spit slitting befittingly the whit from the wep its whet and get the lashes from the actress so she's fresh for the flash, it doesn't last it's past the pastor the bastard who beat her on meeting her challenge the chance for chess mates to checkmate to heck fate of late deflates the flats door mats where patrons in rating their ration of fashionable theatre a heater with the beater and the brother who smothers with affections and afflictions her addictions predictions of the predisturbed perturbed mind can't find the grind it winds and blows sowing to and fro the flow a river divers and wider a glider touching down rushing frowns and sigs the size of the crowd to loud it pounds and wounds the wounds at noon in the light of the moon a night at the crooner's den when friends and lovers uncover the mystery of the play's history it says nought of the dots and matrix cereal entrance surreal the royal queen in green is dead in bed unwed and unwashed unfloshed unfettered unflattered proposed the girl enrosed by this world she acts this part across the wall where they all sit in wait of it hating it some not dumb enthralled others feel tall and the ball is thrown for the prince's throne he stands to marry hands to Harry our dashing man ravishing fan who yells for her the heroine kvells the bedouin and fawn she's gone the falling curtain makes certain the end is the end.

[T3 - 29aug10]

to nothing

where are we going showing the slowing of the tides the rides the sides of the barn are torn are tarnished silvered in the gold light of the sun gleaming seemingly incessantly a mess of photons and protons and turn-ons and shut-offs and switches the witches of the valley into the barley barely battered in the beach blankets of the west wind.