Lyrics in Recession

This horrible but superb painting
Is modern society faltering badly
the autumn empire of greed falling
an economic diagonally downward spiral

it’s october and I’ve found anticipation for a day
the pure diversion of the eternal present
it will be all gone soon enough
This splendid but tragic superb music

of living without justice and competing
nestling the alarms of a hush-throated society
I will close the doors of sense and world-news
for a humbling sort of use of poetry

to satiate the lyrics that internally glisten
for the new creation of some future’s
giant transforming wing, for minds
and youth to whom all anguish has been mended
to live or not to live, in a better world.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lightness-of-Being-404173536

I’m Waiting for September

I’m waiting for September
walking upriver, wishing for
whiskey at midnight. concentrate
on how to give your life full meaning?

the changing of karmic bed linen
pink sheet on, up for anything
the future and past no longer matter
I’m waiting for September

bread and butter for old dreams
that never came to fruition
the past three months have bloomed
moments that didn’t forget the ‘bath’

I’m clean so soft and light
bleached from the prudery of old grief
I’m wishing blessings down upon us
I look away from savagery

beauty’s shadows shine beneath the black
as a smothered laugh, a sudden lifted care
it is humane to suffer and to dream
the wife that embraces you

like the sharpening air –
i am content to remain a dabbled herbivore
with knees and elbows together
in the window, I will find solace here

I’m waiting for September
I’ll set it down into the leaves
and let it flutter home, as
any red maple melts into the ground.

Photography Courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/September-Mornings-6-326956485