Drought

A nefarious little bugger

Always in the way

Loud and beastly

Swings his arms about

Shattering precious little pieces

Stomping them into slivers with

Bone crushing shards of lead

Stuck to the bottoms of his shoes

Oh yes...

Within him exists a drought 

Deep and long

Where happiness and sadness collide into tiny dry particles 

Drifting in the weak sunlight of his mind

And while mischief emanates from his fingers and hands

Toes and feet

Upon his face he has the cutest smile.

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Shriveled

Kidnapped

Three young Israelis kidnapped and perhaps lost

We Jews cry out

Even our enemies side with us

Bring our boys back

A song weeps those words

Earth rears her head

And falls to her knees

Stopping her perpetual spin

Taking a moment 

Remembering her multitudes 

Gone in the name of beliefs

Principles

Opinions

Vanished in the struggle for tribal power

For political domination

Who shall rule

Who shall divvy out the oil

Who shall make war to fill the coffers of the greedy

As young soldiers go to their patriotic deaths

I want to forget our preoccupation with terror

But somehow I cannot

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Betrayal

The betrayal came as he gathered support

Let us sing he said

Voice the forbidden words

Drown out the maestro with sound

Put an end to our enslavement

But he sang alone

Because the people who needed their food and drink

Liked their soap and water

Valued their families and homes

Turned away from him

The headliner crooning truth

An illustrious virtuoso

Handsome in face

Strong bodied

Their soloist championing honesty and candor

Soon given a plane ticket to nowhere

But who never stopped singing

Whose liberating tune hung in the air

Even as he vanished

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Forgiveness

Hell

The bibliophile season ended 

by decree of the master

No more books he said

Seven days

Every seven months

Enough now

Go back to your tablets and computers

Be absent from the smell of old paper and ink

The feel of leather bindings

The sound of turning pages

Be gone with you

Be glad I do not destroy your beloved tomes and compendiums

Your great works of science and literature

Benevolence and practicality prevent  me

Into the great vaults they go

Dream of them

Long for them

Let your hearts and minds yearn

Another seven months until your seven precious days

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Despot

Daydreams

Punctuality

Behind on time

Exists intent

A wisp of wanting

Aspiring to punctuality

Hardwired out of reach

Beyond solution

Clocks make no sense

Exposed as thieves

They lie               

Use sleight of hand

Dupe the eyes into seeing Nonexistent fragments of time

Minutes vanishing into black holes

Timekeeping hypocrites steal promptness

Crying make haste

Lest tardiness prevail

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Picnic

Will you picnic on my grave when I'm gone

Set up the foldable table

Cover it with red gingham 

Sit around it 

Chatter and chow

Or will you cover my grave with the tattered blanket

The one reserved for outdoor expeditions

Lounge on it

Smelling memories

Leaning on one elbow munching

Be sure to bring my favorites

Bagels and lox 

A latte and chocolate croissant

Perhaps some caramel corn

And when you celebrate my birthday 

Please bring chocolate cake with white frosting

For I am sure I'll be able to taste it

Though please have patience

My digestion functions have changed perhaps for the better

I do not put on poundage with each bite

And when the outing concludes

Clean up well

Leave no crumbs

As the night denizens come sniffing around

Snarling and tussling over remainders 

Disturbing my eternal rest

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