No matter who you vote for
the government gets in
Left or right, day brings night
with colors gray and thin
The better parts of nature
get worse as time goes on
Bilateral infection
whose cure is woebegone
As hubcaps change in order
the wheels forever spin
Tomato or tomatto
that same old song to sing
A baby leaves its mother
new brick to build the wall
Ramparts trapping all inside
—beyond which prescience calls
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Spiritus Sancti
The divinity of art
hiding in the folds
Draping o’er the multitudes
placing time on hold
Its pristine encumbrance
so gently it calls
Speaking to our purity
transcending the small
The divinity of art
in all of its forms
Its music seeks to woo us
its canvas adorns
And once it gains entry
our emptiness hides
Eternity surrenders
—and Heaven presides
(The New Room: May, 2023)