Crickets

Crickets crashing upon corroding biers

Softly swaying to coarse lit tears

Fireflies light the way

On this premature voyage to immortality

Sanity and sanctity

Positioned just so,

Focusing upon Inherent flaws bred through woe

Of man and man, of man and beast

Different tones play upon,

Each and all, the cords of voice

The quality in chosen words

The action becoming of the strangest verbs

Empathy comes at the oddest stops

Visions of visions shared once but lost

Yet crickets chirped

Just the same

Until, of course, the winter came

A Brief Allegory of the Sponge

Pandering takes a toll

It can be a cruel enemy

As limousines make their way to the curb of yours

Followed by the well dressed servant opening the door

Out, reemerge with sables and minks

The stench of town instantaneously shrank

Lemons and lavender permeates the air

A gold-chained watch is checked,

Indicating their arrival was premature

The closer they gate you watch their eyes

They stare at you and you realize

A game changing moment will soon come

Only to watch their soles from the opposite side

Like the sponge the panderer lives off of others

And also because,

Like the sponge

Most are unaware the sponge being alive