widgeon

Widgeon
3-1-16

Part of living in America
Is to recognize our limitations
Where freedom isn't free
Looking for Dedanus Burke
To but make things work
To express or extinguish
Quietly where the shadows lurk
Given the gift of scotepia
I feel my way around for my dark chocolate M&M's
And my Baldwin apples of yellow and red skin
To stifle, avoid and disregard
We still make it hard
Another anthem of anthers and stamens
Building another Parthenon
For my feelings often violated
All for our daldrate widgeon that's low
The light gets in them that sail
Thou walk on the way safely
Ducks now fly north
And we pour our hearts forth....





Unkempt (But I Like It)
3-1-16

Murky, dark and dim
My bangs might need a trim
Yet ragged and unkempt but I like it
Only a chattel in the mind of one that does it to himself
Of hazy mist and fog and in my throat a frog
Half way between Mount Wolf and Red Lion
By the wreathes of greed I have no idea
But at least I have a sense of the present tense
Greener grass on the other side of the fence
Isn't it beautiful
Jewels in plain sight
O, is leather murder so I still inquire
Yet demographic, another good page-turner
If one has the attention span to but grasp it
I am the guardian wraith of starlit smoke rising
Full of the joy of living
Sail on....