The Happy Meal

America, you land of carbs!
Of endless gorging.
Of fats and fats and fats
and eating disorders.

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buns, lettuce, tomato,
patty, pickles, cheese, condiments;
A burger.
Fries and a Coke.
A Happy Meal.

Let them laugh and be happy!
Their fat bellies roll
to the tinkling music
of rib cages rattling.

The Faithless

Why can not men be faithless?
Women are scorned,
but men take the cake
and eat it too!

Men who may have several
bodies
and be praised for their misdeeds,
but in a women's ear
they will whisper "strumpet."

O, where have the romantics gone?
Those Romeos to these Juliets?
Those pounding hearts who offer naught but
devotion and promise fairy tale endings?

Why, with all their cruelties,
do women flock to them still?
It is the pitiful plight that plagues
this human race.

The faithless rule the broken-hearted.

the recorder

not a sneaky device
for sassy mimicry
or even a bright
flighty flute
of angelic trills

just a little
plastic whistle
ten holes in all
that wheezes and whimpers
pathetically

at least mistake it
for a clarinet
(not a flute)

The fog of San Francisco bay

It comes at the break of dawn
Draping it's self over the bridge we now and love
Covering streets and the building
That have grown with age
The city people come to know and love the fog
I know have come come to love
The fog of San Francisco bay

Spring

Fox, take off your winter coat
for the flighty hares
are amused by your
knock-kneed gait

Hawk, shed your fat feathers
as the humble ducks
honk at your
ragged appearance

Snake, come boil in the sun
cuz the mightly mice
chitter about your
sleepy-eyed slithering

and I, will shake off this chill
because Winter chuckles now
but Spring will have the
last laugh

reborn

shrug off your outer skin
and dive into
the Holy water
let it glide over
your past life
like a soft caress
of the sweetest kind
be reborn from
Mother's womb, child
and come into existence
like the Big Bang
(all merry explosions
and twinkling stardust)
let the new you
fit snug into life
and smile wide

Starry Night and City Lights

The ebony sky filled with little white dots
Looks like someone took a needle and punched holes
In the ebony sky
Though in the city lights how they look so fake
Or how there is no little white dots
But in place of the ebony sky their is a blanket of grey smog
How we destroyed our ebony sky
How we also destroy our childrens lungs
Oh! Our ebony sky with the little white dots
What have we done to our ebony sky?