so they say

I could hear them singingturned off the radioopened the windowto their happy chatterwhat they had to sayof those first tendrils of springwakes my dusty tailwith bird chatter of amorous tonesof buildingof creationbeginningspossibilities, or so they say


the wind slapped my face

i wonder who decidesthe length of the lieshow long they can go on and onand who else they can snowfor what ends we don’t knowbut it is no great featthey mastered deceit creeping the hallsas they sow so shall they reap As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption […]