Oh Lydia Oh Lydia

poetry is exploration wandering
as if we're lost
finding what twigs and duff we can
specifically accost



She wished she could restrain Elaine for the oncoming train...




she cried no tears as she bid them adieu
all her traumas went away
there go the memories black and blue
one fine clear sunny late March day
her last words "it's just a flu!"
Her friends now all say "what a shame."



like balls on words to sing-along
four runners lean and tall and strong
without turning a single head
they run in single file except
for when cars pass they fan out behind
like an avalanche coming down an incline



propagandize to take out what's left of the middle
entertain them like faeries on tin whistles
— then prepare the Intercontinental Missiles
they haven't got any room left to wiggle
Malthusian erections are easy riddles
but solutions at this point aren't so simple



'Liar' is trending in 'Politics', Minister!
...what, have they figured us out?
laughter ensues in smoke-filled rooms
while some spin yarns defamatory
our leaders are plotting our downfall, it seems
there's no need for Q or the Illuminati
we've got predatory global companies