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Eve

I’m back out on the road
as the day comes to a close
on the way to my abode
as the sky opens like a rose.

Now that the day is done
I can put my mind at ease.
Beholden to no one –
I can do as I please.

So maybe after dinner,
I’ll go out on the town
and feel just like a winner
while I’m traveling around.

This could be one hell of a night
under the moon, the starts, and the neon lights.

Noon

As time keeps creeping by,
a languid tick and tock,
from the corner of my eye
I keep watch upon the clock.

Why is it that midday,
though frantically sought,
so quickly slips away
as soon as it is caught?

I wish I had the might
to hold the moment still
like a flower balanced right
upon the windowsill.

But, alas, it must give way
to the long, lingering rest of the day.

Dawn

Shifting
underneath my sheets.
Lifting
myself up in defeat.

Perusing
the night and morning news.
Choosing
an outfit and some shoes.

Making
my usual breakfast.
Taking
my shower super fast.

There aren’t enough hours in the morn
to leave me feeling anything but worn.

March to Keep Fear Alive

Now it’s no secret Nation;
there’s much that I hold dear
including the conflagration
that’s a little thing called “Fear”.

Though there’s some liberal ne’er-do-wells
who just can’t be content
with how well fear-mongering sells
and they’re asking us to relent.

But I’ve got the inside word
on what is really going on
and I want it to be heard
before we’re too far gone.

I’ve always been a man who’s listened to his gut
and right now it says, “Steven, you better watch your butt.”

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Rally to Restore Sanity

These days it seems
we’re living in a world
of partisan extremes
that’s coming unfurled.

People are so aggravated
at every political event
that those who’re “less opinionated”
can’t help but to lament.

But we’re taking a stand
for those hard working folks
too busy to have a hand
in the fodder for political jokes.

If you’re interested, come on down
to our sensible meeting in a mad man’s town.

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Hodgepodgery

I know of a certain place,
a lovely little shoppe.
Though slightly short on space,
it has goods that are on top.

It’s filled with crafty art
and gorgeous vestments
made with quite a lot of heart
by those with skilled commitment.

And run by quite the pair,
gals with smiles and sass,
who often welcome there
many-a workshop class.

It’s one of the best places under the sun
with goods and company second to none.

Asphalt acoustics

I’m cruising down the street,
listenin’ to the music play,
grooving to the beat,
and feeling what they say.

I gotta watch my speed,
it wants to match the groove,
because I feel the need
to move, Move, MOVE!

I check my mirror for The Man
’cause the pull is just too strong.
I’m gonna give it all I can –
this feeling’s beyond right and wrong.

Sometimes it’s just about finding the right pace
for those little accompaniments to life’s rat race.

Voluminous walls

I’m sitting in the dark,
although the lights are on.
I’m listening for the lark
and waiting on the dawn.

I’m trapped with all my flaws
in this tiny, little box
and cut bloody by their claws
behind all the doors and locks.

Yet despite my ragged screams
no one seems to understand,
notice all my fraying seams,
or offer me a helping hand.

So in the end, I am undone
by kindnesses that never come.