fireworks crack in the outside sky
and the dog is asleep through it all.
mass shooting after mass shooting
in the land of the free and brave.
the dog knows nothing of this. that
is ignorance to be blissful about.
tomorrow another one will take a life
in a nation at war with itself. salute
the gun. it is self-evident.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...