Good Reason

Poverty and despair No one seems to care Everything seems fair Until it’s You down there No one gives a...

The sun touches my face fondly As the wind plays the leaves with light fingers My world moves around me...

Jackhammer clangs and metallic slams Concrete booms and I-beam whams Fighter jets scrape their way up — up — up...

Today I took a turn down a dark alleyway It was dark and grey and reeked of filth and decay...

We look back on those disappointing dissipated days Pale pursuits pockmarked with malaise Full of fictional figments Frail and feeble...

You’re my Lite-Brite on the shortest day Each plastic peg punching through the darkness Filling with color as the light...