humidity

the weight of air will serve to bend the back
straight though we wish to stand we have no might
that will suffice to keep our heads upright
and knowing this hate ourselves for the lack
both of some spinal force and of the track
no longer plain and ample to our sight
and yet we see this as plain chance not plight
it's all  you see in angle of attack
with each nerve strained almost to breaking point
we wait to see just what affair might hap
before we cast one long despairing sigh
times we have learned are always out of joint
who may think otherwise is just a sap
and still the weight of air under the sky

eyes in the smog

the smaller fire may leave the greater burn
choices are narrowed to a point of dust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

what choice we have we always want to spurn
those factors that would lead to love and trust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn

far out at sea we hope a storm may churn
while here the earth has grown a thicker crust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

our bodies will each fit into an urn
and we the living find that so unjust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn

we can fake truth we even fake concern
and then our shining armour falls to rust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

for other worlds we always seem to yearn
what hopes we have may explode and combust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

heatwave

one moment more or less of pouring sweat
and then the dizzy calm of cooling air
as i climb slowly up the worn old stair

enough to worry panic and to fret
while not a person is around to care
one moment more or less of pouring sweat

the whole thing seems a monstrous sort of bet
but then we know that everything's unfair
and there's no sympathy or hope to spare
one moment more or less of pouring sweat

democracy whisky sexy

let other voices tell the bitter tale
over tall glasses of a tasty brew
minds on hard facts will bite and gnaw and chew
and wonder how the effort came to fail
under a sky both ominous and pale
all of a sudden everyone just new
that choices had come down to very few
nothing was left but the mouldy and stale
remnants of what had been an honest feast
while vermin came to fight for the last crust
and empires fell under these hateful skies
we find that every noble's turned a beast
the stable door has crumbled into dust
and we have earned the harvest of fat lies

no deeper thought

at no time would we open our old eyes
to see the truth with its vanguard of lies
overcoming ones that we truly despise
and yet becoming brighter we surmise
because we still can feel shock and surprise
we yet retain the vestiges of ties
to one who smiles also to one who cries
we have good friends and we have staunch allies