in these times: night in America

framed by clouds  the moon
glides west  hushed  fair-minded  free
unlike the land below

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

A Heartfelt Wish

We just can’t win, I guess. Our previous president was articulate, personable – but was a consummate liar, in word and deed, about so many important things. Our current president can barely express what he means, knows very little about most things [except how to screw people out of money] and will probably go down in the annals of history as the nonpareil deceiver of all those who have so far held the office.

If I were a believer, I’d spend my days and evenings in prayer on my knees or even prostrate, begging god or the gods to deliver us from this scourge and the nefarious actions he and his minions will deal out to all of us, here and overseas. But I’m not such a believer. Yet I do trust in karma, and so I accept that this wretch is somehow payback to our nation for allowing our government to do all the wicked things it has done here and around the world for the last 225 years and counting. With MLK, Jr. I recognize that our government has been, for quite a while, the greatest purveyor of violence and mayhem in the world.

Perhaps we’ll finally come to our senses, rise up, and cast off all the greedy, hateful, and bloodthirsty bastards. Hoping against hope, I think love in thought, word and deed will bring us through this dark night of the soul.

© Gregory V Driscoll 2017

Mr. Trump’s first 100 days

It feels like eons
ten days more till a hundred
of the Con Man’s Rule.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

countdown to sanity

O’Reilly Factor –
one clueless troglodyte down,
one orange one to go…

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

moonset at sunrise

bright and brighter still
dawn   with light   fills the heavens
snuffing out the moon

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

muddled walk on an early Spring night

a hazy full moon
staggers through the naked trees
no—it’s I who’s drunk

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

apocalypse, or the renewed satanic order

apparent by now:
Trump and his pals will make of us
gifts to great Mammon

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017