RUNS AGROUND

How long before this boat
Runs aground
How long before this structure
Loses all integrity
How soon before this sinecure
Becomes a real responsibility
And how long before this street
Crumbles into pieces

EXCEPTION TO THE RULE

Any rule or ruler
Must have an exception
To itself
Any God worth his salt
Will be flexible enough
To bend at the right time

Any measure or measurer
Must be willing to suspend
Belief long enough
To allow creatures of the ground
To fly

ANGER

People sometimes
Mistake
Their anger
For their good sense
And the resulting chaos
Can at times
Be comical
But when the anger
Turns to violence
(And it often does)
We give up any hope
Of finding our way
Out of the darkness

DEVELOPING MIST

I don't see you
Anymore
You disappeared
Into
A developing mist
Maybe
I could find you
If I could
At least see
An outline
Of your self
But the mist
Keeps growing
And my time here
Is short