The wise are filled with doubt
I sat with my professors
philosophise as they teach
“be careful,” they said “of the walls of sound,
in conclusions that you reach.”
The Road
The road is filled with burning wood
people leaving, told they should
grab some clothes and hit the road
and hear the windows behind explode
Pigs in the barn
Pigs in the barn
the farmer’s gone out for a spell
his Niece is covering for him
she’s had to lay down, she’s not well
Castle in my mind
My neighbour, with his driveway entrance,
hardwood double doors
and the multi-level rooms,
over gleaming, silk-screen shores
Freedom #4
Your freedom of speech, how do you defend it
is it so close to your heart that you need to befriend it
dignified silence, jettisoned, forgotten
views contrary, sullied, putrid and rotten