The taxing of the tRUMP

Such callous fakery they legislate

A tangled web- taxation by deceits,

No voice, no choice, we must incorporate.

An act that ties hands, and limits chance to fate

It’d be felony, done with guns on city streets

Such callous fakery they legislate

 unkind to living kind unless wealth’s great

it’s the LEGAL LIVES that thrive in this clique  

No voice, no choice, we must incorporate!

As its richest clamor and will not wait

Its poor must swallow a bitter defeat

Such callous fakery they legislate

To survive, we adapt and participate

As heedless hogs at trough gorge and repeat

No voice, no choice, we must Incorporate

Some claim it’s re-making us to be great

A sad, unseemly bow to mere conceit

Such callous fakery they legislate

No voice, no choice, we must Incorporate!

precipice of loving

Shower steam steals my sly glance
her eyes locked to the tasks, do not regard
my  smile as it  grows and glows

I pass to leave her to ritual; tinkles of glass
and counter tap-taps like distant tympani's
to a soft symphony of gathering moods and sounds

As I rest  in a chair staring into my thoughts
drifting away from the precipice of loving
I ride a tide of Miles and memories
and my body begins to speak its ease

so accustomed  to this prelude to joy
time slows into candied bites, and mind flash
i see through a  prism of skin and sensation...

She flows into the dim light,
my eyes and the warm room caress
the blossom of her breasts and
the bloom of her swaying hips

this soft silhouette, wings open
the spirit within rises to flight, my Lover
fills this  night, wearing only her love
and the need for more and more love