Greed – Page 2 – Anne's mediocre poetry

While you were sleeping

My mother sits beside me, I warm her hands with mine, her eyelids close in sleep – her memory is lost in better times. The 1930’s were dark – but from this darkness came a deal for the ages. The farmhouse of her youth was reached by the REA*. The mother of my youth, knowsContinue reading “While you were sleeping”

Mind fog

There is a tickle brushing cells downstream; gist of a fickle throat. Chide me not it is not vanity; my words, my words let me hide. Shady is the song of mime; silence warbles at a fate no longer sure. Songs that need no words, refuge of inner ear, not the world of kings. MustContinue reading “Mind fog”

Two children

There was a child hair of golden sun, eyes with the crystals of the deep dark sea, whose face rose to all that is new. This child lived to smile. There was a child with skin of glass, empty of stomach, swollen of cheek and flesh- routine marked by want. This child lived to die.Continue reading “Two children”

Little ditty

The unbridled capitalist sits upon his horse named Scam, while millions go without, Hippocrates be damned. He stokes his ego and he sips the air, the deaths he sows aren’t his affair. The Black Marias haul the peons away, The ship of state rams into the cay of liberty. 9/5/2017

The rules of life

‘When a rich man chases after dames he’s a man about town, he’s a man about town. When a poor man chases after dames he’s a bounder he’s a rounder he’s a rotter and a lot of dirty names.’ – ‘When the idle poor become the idle rich’ [song from Finnegan’s Rainbow] They depend uponContinue reading “The rules of life”

Beloved

My life these days is lived in the fog of a visit to mom. We sit at lunch, lost in 90 years of forgetting. I caress her with sweet nothings to bring a smile that I can lose myself in. I want to lose myself in this forgetting. To remember is to think of deathContinue reading “Beloved”