September 2017

cicadas are chirping,
lighting bugs fly.
Owls are watching,
yet nobody sees.

They say it is silent, night.
Edison, boy you made it so bright.
The whole darn city
Is buzzing, like bees, who are missing.

I flip with a switch,
It’s a thing they say now,
“let’s get lit.”



Glitter is synonymous to sunshine,
Or gold, rich, excess, punitive rintherout.

Disingenuous worlds and paradise,
can nearly have the same infancy – mocking
that which makes everything grow.

Sunshine, is what we create,
Out of darkness, we must make.

Thou shalt not kill,
But rather, cultivate, something beautiful,
Powerful, and always growing.

Stars are only reflections,
of black holes.

Exemplum virtutis.