fall sheds its leaves

we button up against cold

i wish you were here


soporific sounds

american government

we are on safari


kids buy caps and gowns

men in red and women, white

six more months to go


front doors open wide

hurries out the stench inside

this place smells like shit


some groups of atoms

move more slowly than others

i need to move fast


newspaper is this

hungry, ever-growling beast

rarely is it pleased


president pours drinks

tells me to vote 'yes' for him

we speak high and low


charcoal is a mess

dark powder smears pale skin

forms an artist's bruise


isolationism

is silent from coast to coast

the quiet middle west