Bootless walk the muddled mess
pebbles prod, thorns prick
a blood sacrifice
mingled droppings of a generation
without distinction –
equal

(tweeted 01/16/2014)

Symbols etched in standing stone
mark the rest of flesh and bone.
Pains forgotten, pleasures past –
it’s only words and work that last.

Easy to promise
difficult to reach
if only thought
preceded speech.

It never ceases to amaze
amidst such wonder
such malaise

Labor loved though labor still,

you’d think it’d pay at least one bill.

Value not the praise of fools,

neither fear their condemnation.

Corruption is their coin and trade.

Misery the compensation.