Addiction

A greasy merchant grins
At a lovely young lady in white.
He licks his lips in sin
And says her location is right.
"What have I here for a damsel
Like yourself? See all the trinkets
On display upon my shelf."
Her fingers that were sent
To town to fetch a loaf
Are diverted by his sash
And the language he emotes.
Then raising up her eyes
From beneath their trusting lashes,
She motions with her hand,
"I'll take both.
Mother will be mad that I am late,
But mother can wait."

The world turns

The sun rises, the night ends,
The world turns,
A baby is born, a junkie collapses,
The world turns,
A child scrapes his knee, a mother mends,
The world turns,
A murderer goes free, a rapist is caught,
The world turns,
Friends part, bonds deform,
The world turns,
Gun battles are waged, committees confer,
The world turns,
The pious pray, a skeptic scoffs,
The world turns,
A dog barks, a horn honks,
A boy smokes, a man coughs,
A jet roars, a roach runs, a plant grows,
Dusk glows and the sun sets
Though really doesn't move at all
As the world turns.

Celestial Buoyance

How sad it be
That the man in the moon
Is alone we see,
So he should feel a loss,

To have no friends,
And no woman waiting,
No cause for ammends,
Nor boy-size ball to toss.

His visage, yet,
Humbly emulates noon.
His smile shines forget,
Emits ethereal gloss,

For what white orb
In Earth or holy Skies
Can resist absorb
God's ambrosaic sauce?