Wednesday, September 22, 2010

They live among us…

…and we don’t seem to notice.  In fact, we keep voting them into office.










Tuesday, September 21, 2010

She sells seashells by the seashore

It’s the first day of fall.  It’s the end of beach blanket Babylon.










Help, I’m falling

In love
Out of sync
Out of line
Head over heals
Through the cracks
Hard


Over you
Off the log
Birth rate
Economic indicators
Stocks
Apart


From the sky
On one’s knees
Temperature
On his face
To the enemy
Asleep


Into several parts
Off a cliff
Due to gravity
Badly
Political support
Back on his haunches


Behind
For such an old trick
On hard times
Out of favor
Under the bus
All over one’s self





Tuesday, September 7, 2010