THE DAYS OF TRUMP #13 - JARED

(13)  JARED

Well, Jared,

there you are

and there it is

the face that launched

a thousand lies.

Bonesaws in your eyes.

Jared,

baby rats are cute,

you would be too,

but you’re hardening.

Your normal half-smirk

has evened out, and

your skull is starting to show –

you’re becoming your own death mask.

Ah, Jared,

it was bound to happen,

money and leisure soften

money and murder

don’t.

RW
12.11.2018

(Yer hangin' with a bad crowd, bubalah)

SEATTLE WALKING BLUES

 (w/locations where inspired)

There’s a hole in the city                   (Red Apple removal – 23d & Jackson)

where its heart used to be

filling up with concrete

deep as the sea                                   

Every rose has a garden                     (Neighbor’s yard – over the fence)

every spider has a web                       (All week - my yard)

But I don’t have a bed to sleep in       (Not true, I do)

Crows are bedraggled                         (3d & Jackson)

pavement’s hot

my engine’s running

and my brakes are shot

Blocking up the intersection               (4^th  & Jackson)

bees in my head

pedestrians are pissed

wishing I was dead

Every rose has a garden

every spider has a web

But I don’t have a bed to sleep in

Sure wanna’ leave here                      (Neighborhood)

would really like to go                         (not really)

and believe me brother

I’d go fast, not slow

Million dollar houses                         (Neighborhood)

coming up on every block

people walking ‘doodles

never look to talk

Every rose has a garden

every spider has a web

But I don’t have a bed to sleep in

No I don’t have a bed to sleep in

Don’t even have a bed to sleep in.

RW

Seattle

(photo:  three cranes in an empty sky - 23d & Jackson)

TWO YEARS FROM PERFECT VISION

bare winter branches

flaming, red-berried cotoneaster

blue sky

This is the world

two years before we’re blessed

with perfect vision

and we’re up to our knees

in everything we never needed.

This is America

where the sacred

has been in the storm so long

our banners are in tatters.

This is Seattle

where you can’t afford

to go home from work

because work

is the only home

you can afford.

And here I am

counting up my years

wondering how much of the future

I’ll be lucky enough to miss.

RW

Seattle

12.05.2018

(photo:  back yard @ 939 and Judkins Park Earth Day)