America’s Crossroads
Because they have their mortal fears Of terrorists in bandoleers, Of men who marry other men And girls who might be lesbian, Of those who feel they must eschew The values some would hold them …
Tag: Glenn Meisenheimer
Yellow Headed Son
Good night to you my yellow headed son The scion of those long exploded stars. Who knows how many species would evolve Before the universe could make you ours. I taught you how to tie …
Pink Flamingo
The Pink Flamingo Trailer Park Was on a cul de sac, With Highway 4 in front of it And wheat fields in the back. A shower house of cinder block, Some graveled winding roads, …
Three Doors
Behind this door my past resides Immune it is to change. Although sometimes I look in there I find it passing strange. I have no way to alter it, Although I long to do, My …
Broken Things
She filled her life with broken things, A blender on the blink, A teapot with a little chip, A man who liked to drink, A laptop that was prone to crash, A car that …
Requiem for Materialism
We work, we sell our life away in shifts. We think of paychecks as if they were gifts. Ephemeral, they somehow slip away, Our life, as well, in hours and in days. But what is …