Boring Poetry on the fly....

Dear Congressman,

I thought I would entertain you between your marathon sessions of watching Senators showboat on CSPAN in front of the newest potential member of the Supreme Court by sharing some off the cuff poetry...


Poetry on the fly

again the damn'd shell pest strip,
a yellow curse of my ancestor's days
infects my tenuous balance
perpetrating the hoax of security
never delivering the truth of reality
ending my days and nights
denying my place

and yet you live in my memory
a single shelter in the ceiling sky
inner recesses of my diminutive mind
pondering your reign
neither good nor bad, but
either here or not here
defining my place