Month: September 2018

second verse from a naive imaginary pop song

and I was back in eighty five
when everyone was still alive
and nobody had dragged the world away
from the futures we had planned
to change the face of every land
we thought that hope was ours and here to stay
but that would change out in eighteen
as all the world had lost its scene
and screamed out for that better yesterday

The Trees Are Timid

trees are timid in this land
the woodsmen are sovereign
and the forest fears their hand
its old gods scream in pain
and pray one day for man’s demise
his inventive mind to still
for an end to his avarice
the desire for the kill
and when at last the man is gone
his tracks grown over too
the parliament of trees will rise
to paint this world anew.