
Poetry Collections
Currently Available
THESE IRONIES WERE NOT SELF-EVIDENT
These ironies were not self evident
Lying there exposed
Rather, they hid
Behind youth, happiness and laughter
Silently lurking
Poised to pounce
When the opportunity opens
Let your guard down and there it is –
Anger over a loss
Self-pity instead of activity
Jealousy in place of acceptance
You drop back into fresh reality
Look around, see all the people
Coping, hoping; family or solitary
All making it through, problems as well.
Then see all those who aren’t there
Shut in somewhere
Ill, hurt or too old to move –
And how do all these souls go on?
How does the human survive?
Until you walk streets and really see
How many men and women have no place to sleep.
Rampant poverty
Sidewalks filthy
Garbage diggers abound
Wild men in dirty old clothes
Bound up in layers
To survive the bone deep chill
Of cardboard on concrete
Cameras in every store front
Filming the decay of our civilization.
How long until the poverty
drives them insane and violent and jailed? 201206.1