20200110.0430

People flatter themselves that
They lived lives before
Enjoyed exalted station in lands far away
In times far gone
And perhaps some did
But if they did
They also did
And far more besides
Live lives of toil and torment
Backs bent to burdens others imposed
Not so different from now
But who will look back in later years
To now for the noble?

20200109.0430

Today marks a decade of marital bliss
And I love you, dear wife, no less now than then.
What else I can say, I know not, than this:
I'm glad that we wedded; I'd do it again.

20200108.0430

Rise to the occasion when
Exploring hills and valleys
But do not rush in
Because hastening to explore a cave
Means missing the glories of what surrounds
And leaving a partner behind
Who might otherwise come again

20200107.0430

Whining in the lobby
Confusedly filling out forms for a class
She should but will not take
And it seems to be Tuesday again

20200106.0430

Put into prison to pay for his folly
Festered in filth and fought against cleaning
Doer of deeds in the dark across years
His brother's the bad one, bane of house-peace.
Akin to Cain, and cursed therefore,
Wandered once through wetlands to plains,
Home to the hills in hard times returned,
An arm to be offered on no altar
Though sacrificed, spent, for songs to endure.
A mother, a mere-wife, a monster still waits
A sword standing by, awaiting its stroke.
Whose is the hand that will take up that handle
Bring blade to bear?

20200105.0430 "Sibilants"

Stands the staid and stolid man
Solid often silent sentinel
Seeing others seek to soar above the
Sinking, stinking, sneaking world around them
Surety for their search and its success

20200104.0430

They say that this, too, shall pass
As if it were merely a bit of gas
Released from and rattling the cheeks of an ass
Echoing briefly and stinking a bit
But it is instead a pile of shit
That lingers and festers and makes decrepit
The floor where it sits and it stains

20200103.0430

With pants dropped down around his knees
And little dangling in the breeze
He stumbles awkwardly to seize
His people by the throat
But if he jumped up from the head
Those who would pilot instead
He still much seems to have misread
The sinking of his boat

20200102.0430

If they would fuck themselves alone
I'd gladly say "to each their own"
And go about my day
But they decide to fuck me, too
Despite that I don't want to do
Things in quite that way
I try to push back, try to fight
But that just adds to their delight
And helps not, anyway

20200101.0000

And so, we've reached another year.
Despite desires, we're still here
And look ahead with little cheer
And little hope that we'll get clear
Who paid attention, recall last year.
We'll fight again, anew, oh, yes,
Slog on through the rising cess
That some would drink and think them blessed,
And even if we fail that test,
We'll not give up; we'll fight, oh, yes.