We The People

Trade fifty years
Of vitality and industry
Advancing someone else’s wealth
In exchange for opportunities
To purchase some degree
Of comfort when we rest


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5 Haiku

Stunned in the spring night
staring at the twilit sky
rubbing my sore feet

Sunny spring morning—
deeply breathing cool sea air
on my bicycle

A wide-winged raven
hovering in gusty air—
early spring sunset

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Traffic rushes past
and we stand beneath buildings
at twilight, smiling

A paused train at night—
two headlights spread cloudy beams
through the milky fog


 
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Dead Cat In A Top Hat

“Dead cat in a top hat
Thinks he’s an aristocrat
That’s crap”—The Doors

Rat man living out on the street
That man begging for something to eat
That man’s tossed like a scrap on a heap of dreams

Fat man stuffing himself with pills
That man can’t feel any thrills
That man’s hiding up in the hills to kill

Ripping through the city is the terrible sound
Of people being set up and down
And you feel the burning when they tell you
That your turn is now

Right now

I told a friend what’s in my head
He looked at me with eyes full of dread
Then he smiled—Amen brother! he said

Those fat bosses are lonely and mean
They can’t get down—you know what I mean
You and me man, at least got a chance to be happy

Dead cat in a top hat
Thinks he’s an aristocrat
That’s crap

Ask the rat man
About the fat man
Yeah ask the rat man

That’s crap



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