Dusk

Sitting in a darkening room 

Enjoying the last fading colors of dusk

My eyes adjust along with the decrescendo

Until there is nothing but familiar shadows

Thinking of poems about loneliness

That no one will ever read

The light hurts my eyes
As I begin to write

Coward's Ball

Who will be left to dance with 

at the Coward's Ball

When all those who have fought for
have killed each other all 

The Adversary

They have locked us in prisons of our own designs

By feeding the worry centers of our minds

With carefully crafted confusion

Clamoring for more security

With fear propaganda on every TV

To announce prescribed solutions

Who would dare question authority

When there's always a different tragedy

To which to pay attention

How can society ever recoup

When there’s always some new radical group
Or perhaps it’s always the same one