I will not string up the lawnmower: A poem 

There is a vanguard of spirits when I’m wired  to the futile hard of life, and feeling very tired   The buttons on my veins can offset the blues  My feet are steel when there are stones in my shoes  This lesson is a blessing at each rousing dawn  like a fossil that rustles out,Continue reading “I will not string up the lawnmower: A poem “

How crude is smooth?!?: A poem 

There are acrid fumes from blooms this night  Even a late thunderstorm fades pale and white  There are the alleged pariahs who knew no fright  But their brazen insight was never considered right  Yes, the necessity is long-standing dominos need to fall  But ruling pretensions continue with the most insolent gall  Bouquets are in theContinue reading “How crude is smooth?!?: A poem “