Woebegone (+1)

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)