Tumbling

 The cold snap caressing

Much of the country

Had nothing to do with

The shudders and winces

Tugging at shoulders and faces

Of those watching oil prices

Dropping,

Oh there are no tears

For the boardroom billionaires,

But the young truck driver

With lay-off papers in pocket

Four weeks before Christmas,

Bellered.

The echo foretelling

Dire consequences coming

Should the tumbling continue.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:10 AM November 30, 2014

Time

Sometimes it takes

Time

To take our minds

Back to times

Of great heights,

Great depths,

To take calm time

To analyze the climbs,

The slips, the falls,

The time to wonder

What was the point

Of it all,

Was it a waste

Of time,

If you could rewind

Time

Would you do it all

Again,

And then string

And other theories

Come to mind

And you kill some more

Time

Wondering if time itself

Is another one of our

Illusions.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:11 AM November 28, 2014

Control

When they turned

The water off

That old realization

Came to the forefront,

There are several ways

You can live your life,

Take the psychopathic path

And strive for total control,

Resign yourself to being a

Happy slave under the control

Of others,

Let those who would control

Think that they do control,

Tiptoe through and around

The bullshit,

Say fuck this phony

Manmade grid and go

Sailing.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.strangersandpoetry.com

7:11 AM November 25, 2014